Lonely Poem by A Solitary Vagabound

Lonely



Staring at the ceiling,
But thinking beyond it,
Looking at nothing,
But visualizing everything,
Not listening to music,
But flowing along it,
I feel weird,
I feel lonely,
why does it happen?
why only to me? ? ?
why! ! !

Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,staring
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