Here I Sit Poem by Terry Hoffman

Here I sit all by myself,
I'm just resting on a shelf.

Here I sit with naught to say;
I'm just existing through each day.

Here I sit just like a stone,
without friends and all alone.

Here I sit, so one to speak;
I feel so lonely and so weak.

Here I sit, so void and null,
like an object, dark and dull.

Here I sit through all my days;
I let life have all its ways.

Here I sit, observing life,
my existence naught but strife.

Here I sit for all to see;
no reason is for me to be.