Here in this old house.
The doors creak and the roof shacks.
The wind howls and the trees rustle.
But there is no one here just me, my self and I.
There’s not even a mouse.
I’m all alone.
My only family and friends are my thoughts and emotions.
So I sit in this dusty dark corner with my thoughts of some one joining me.
But I am alone.
I’m all alone with my emotions of pain, sadness, and fear.
I can cry or scram and no one will come to give me thoughts of happiness or emotions of joy
Because here in this old house I am alone.
Because here in this old house I am alone....emo u r wonderful at writng. in this world everybody is alonebut it is how u accept it. sorrounded by moe people doesnot mean u r not alone. you have come along and go aas alone that is hard fact of life...si shirk off the thought that u r alone.....10 for superbwriting.. read mine you go alone....miss i miss u and a placed called home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think we've all been alone once or twice in our lives some of us like me stay alone since thats all we know until we find that some one who actually understands us