Being Alone

Inelegant life without companions

Days, as dull as ditch-water.

Nights, as silent as graveyard.

Feelings tarnish like drowned rat.

Run-of-the-mill personality

Problems like Malediction.

No thrilling experience, no craziness.

Daily journey as plain as a pikestaff.

No shoulder to heighten your low spirits

No hanky to wipe your tears

Many ones to refute.

No one to corroborate.

No one to do the prank with.

No intimate’s comic history to laugh at.

Gone were those days when slang was taught

And cell phones were worshipped.

Now, celebration, as pale as a ghost.

Pretence also believed like nothing on earth.

Much more rebukes: Anger, the soul mate

They describe life to be a rainbow

Being alone, It is as white as snow.

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Kristen Twardowski

A Writer's Workshop

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