I sit here lonelly
Among thirty people;
An image often used,
But true.
I sit here lonely
Not quite sure what
I’m lonely for.
Love and/or friendship
Most likely.
I sit here lonely
Writing this poem
When I know I should be
Doing something else.
Something ‘more important’
Something worthy of this thing
Called time
I sit here lonely
Wondering who I am exactly
And who I will be
Not knowing how to change anything.
I sit here lonely
Thinking of my past
And of all the wrong turns I’ve made;
Much more numerous than the right.
And I wonder if they will ever
Be outweighed by the good.
I sit here lonely
Praying to who know what
Who knows who
Who knows when
Who knows why;
I sit here lonely unsure of the decisions to come
Of what I truly want
And scared to death that
I won’t want what I’ve made
For myself.
I sit here lonely
Among these thirty people lonely-
But not forgotten
Sad-
But not defeated.
Unsure-
But not completely lost.
Jan 4 2004, 12:20 AM
