A poem about how it feels to be alone, when you really want company, but there is none.
The ripping, tearing loneliness.
The bitter cold and the absence of human life.
I stand alone, even in the midst of others.
Not one to talk to, not one to hold.
Not one to tell of my adventures and dreams.
So I sit, alone, watching, waiting.
Wanting the world around me to change.
Someone who thinks, but will not act.
The pain tugs at my heart.
The confusion stresses my soul.
Yet, what is there to do?
One can only do so much, when you are alone.
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