Dama Tristeza (8-24-93 approx.11PM / Queens, NYC, NY)
Poems by Dama Tristeza : 2 / 27
Alone
Alone, Alone
I'm sitting at home, Alone.
Alone, Alone
Surrounded, but Alone.
Alone, Alone
No hugs to be had at home.
Alone, Alone
Rejected and Alone.
Alone, Alone
There's no love here at home.
Alone, Alone
That's how I feel at 'home'.
Dama Tristeza
Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011
Poems by Dama Tristeza : 2 / 27
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greatttttttttt poem
love it
Dama,
that's what I feel
about 5-6 years ago
but the feeling still haunted me
not only at home
also at school
Dama,
I know exactly how you feel. I once felt that way. I'm very sorry and I hope things look up for you.
That's how I felt at my home, too. I didn't grow up in Queens, but I was alone most of the time, though. I was in the country, so that was REAL lonesome. Nobody around, just 'little ol' me and my dys-funct-ion-al-ity.'