Days come to pass when I'm feeling alone
Dreading the constant ring of the phone
Hoping no knock on the door will sound
Praying that no one on my window will pound
These are days that I strive to be by myself
Reflecting on memories hidden on a shelf
I wish for nothing but simple solitude
So I may wallow in my sour mood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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