Karyn Steinert

(Littleton, Colorado, USA)

Who's There - Poem by Karyn Steinert

Late at night there is no one home,
So I am free to roam.
There is in one home during the day;
I can do what I may.
When I need something,
There is nothing for anyone to bring
There is no one around.
You can hear every sound.
I am the only one to depend,
And I need someont to lend.
I am all alone -
Which is like having no flesh, only bone.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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