Knowing Where To Go Poem by Mike Mendoza

Knowing Where To Go



I wait for a response. But I stop
Drinking lots and lots of schnapps.
When I think, everyone leaves
But when I see, I see me

So where do I go?
I have no money.
I have no girl.
Not no more.

I go home
To where I know, I'm just my own.
I love the myths and the fantasy that surrounds me.
I feel alone but then again, I feel at home.

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