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Only Me

A poem about my life and my place in the world

By Maurice Williamson Published 3 years ago 1 min read

Feeling as if I am naked 

Like Winter trees without their leaves

No one to talk to

No one, only me

Throughout time i’ve searched like a detective 

To find those with whom I jell

But still I continue this life of loneliness

Feeling like a sinful soul rotting in Hell

Though my failed attempts feel never ending

I continue to get back up

While friend groups enjoy brews at the bars

I sit alone drinking from my coffee cup

Lord say it ain’t so

That this will last all eternity

Why oh Why

Does it have to be only me

I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place

Often this same song is sung

Yelling loudly in times of solitude

To release anger and sadness through my lungs

Though my eyes have shed no tears

From this unwanted time alone

Cold temperatures spread through my body 

And feebleness begins to take over my bones

Maybe what the future holds

Are days filled with camaraderie

But for the current moment 

I’ll have to get used to it being only me © 2022 P.M.W.

sad poetry

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Maurice Williamson

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