Celeste Morse


Alone - Poem by Celeste Morse

I prefer being alone,
Yet I fear lonliness.

My mind is like a puzzle;
Whole and complete,
Yet the peices break apart slowly
As they make way toward tongue.

Will one ever understand
My strange dynamics?

A book is nothing,
If one does not read.
A word nothing,
If it holds no meaning.

I may be a long book
With many pages,
Yet perhaps
If one took the time,
They could find my story.

My words are complex,
Yet one may find
I am quite easy to understand,
Should one take the time
To break me down.

But as you can see
I am a rather large puzzle;
Broken and incomplete -
Yet surely
The big picture may be seen,
Should one take the time
To make me whole.

Open my pages,
Read my words -
Oh! how I wish someone would understand!
All one needs is time;
There is so much in this world -
I want to feel whole, complete,
And most of all
Oh! how I need someone to understand!

I tired of lonliness -
Let me be alone no longer.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011



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