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Oct 2019
its so hard to live a whole life all by myself,
enjoy all the rewards and try to have good health,
making choices that change the course of my existence,
being told to turn away from sin thru repentence,
my goals become achieved because im the master of my fate,
my appetite increased and so did the size of my plate,
im spending time by myself and now my days seem longer,
i started out with a passion but now my world is getting stronger,
to be alone is to be strong but sometimes we long for interaction,
equational human treatment displayed over time only a fraction,
what that means is, we choose people over others and let the rest stumble,
treat others horribly and wonder why life comes back to us humble,
you could pushed away beyond the limits, where there’s only a roaming line,
I keep trying to add someone but I keep getting lonely time,
I’m not meant to be by myself while the landscape keeps changing,
Familiar faces and common places become foreign and constantly rearranging,
So you mean no one will join me on this life long quest,
I reserve my convictions in my lonely time and I wish you pretenders the best.
Written by
Marty Bean
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