I am alone

A beautiful poem about being alone.

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eb5f3015bd41fd79b95338d1a8f77da9Sometimes living alone is fun
you can eat from the pot
using a bread bun
sing dance and fart
pretend you’re a drum
read write pray
without a sound
and everything you hide
will always be found
but sometimes living alone is hard
like cracking the code
of your dad’s bank- card.
You think
what if I suddenly choke?
Or even worse
have a stroke?
Awake from a bad dream
to a quicksand of woe
how will anyone else
ever know?
So you think
and you sink
and you sink
low
low.

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