Phillip Alan Green
Alone - Poem by Phillip Alan Green
I am alone, tears hit me,
No longer strong or in control,
But a child in the mirror.
The coldness of the photographs,
Watching them grow from a distance,
Disembodied like a dream.
The memory of love that eminates,
To empty room,
Where I sit and stare,
At my soul that flies alone.
Was it my choice not to be with you,
Is it fit.
Knowing you are truly happy,
With your fake family without me.
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