Lonely Day Poem by rob cook
Lonely Day
Sitting here, thinking about everything
And nothing. Wishing that there was a spark,
A source of joy, for me to feel...alive.
Ah, but then the spark comes, then leaves rather
Quickly. Now, I'm sitting here. Still wishing.
Still thinking futilly. I don't mind, i can take it.
I'll just sit here on this lonely day sparkless.
Sparkless yes, sparkless, but happy.
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