by tgrems

I am alone
like the way I was born
some unknown years back.
Tired of it and getting old.
I talk and talk , but I only hear
my own voice echo in reply
I think and think, and the thinking
leads me to a place of many souls,
and so I pick myself up and flee
to the grave
and find
my mates at rest.
"Home I am", I scream.

Click here to post comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to For You Poems.


Search Here for Poetry

Click here if you love us! Follow Me on Pinterest