A Poet That Cannot Live A Life Of Loneliness Poem by Dorsey Baker

A Poet That Cannot Live A Life Of Loneliness



I am the poet
I am not the poem
I just want to be your friend
don't lock your door
just let me in
winter comes and the weather
is very cold
but I do not
wish to hybernate
I get lonely because
I am human
just like
everybody else
I am made of
flesh and blood
I am not
a statue made of stone
I am
a human being
and human beings
they were never
made to
live alone

Wednesday, November 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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