Alone Poem by William F Glennon

I sit and stare out the window as the world goes by.
I've made it this far and wonder why.

If I could take back the hands of time.
Would that really be a crime?
Start your life from scratch. Like a boxer looking for a rematch.

Dreams are only dreams, nothing more.
They spin my thoughts into confusion. My ideas are Illusions.

I knew how to love and was loved in return.
Only my heart was broken. The pieces burned.