Oct 23 2010


Published by at 8:14 am under Break Up Poems

Coming home to a welcome of empty chairs

dark grey walls blast out a silence

as a reminder of a joy that once was

A man alone, deserted in a multitude of cries,

an empty bowl in the midst of a feast

Playing to an audience of a thousand memories

drawing vain comfort from imagined applause

an emotional performance worthy of high award

painfully his prize, remains a passing fantasy

A young man dies, buried deep in mother earth

no funeral, no flowers, no friends, no sympathy

just alone.

George W Knox

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2 Responses to “Alone”

  1. meghan222on 23 Oct 2010 at 8:46 pm

    awww thats how the sad abused people die 🙁

  2. Tammieon 27 Oct 2010 at 7:59 am

    That’s not fair. I was not ready to cry. Tears are still flowing from these once hardened eyes.

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