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Jan 2014
I am alone.

I am alone in my bed,
raindrops hitting with a steady
thump against the sill
and ledge.

It's time to dredge up memories

I am alone my room,
a dark cloud of gloom hangs
like christmas lights tight around me.
Choking me.

suffocate on silence

I am alone in this flat,
a distinct lack of family frolic
within the halls. Their absence
is spat in your face.

fill yourself with hate

I am alone in my head,
and it fills me with dread,
wishing me to break down

s l o  w       do       w n

give up

stop

Instead
I will keep going
Reach out with invisible arms
and grab invisible strings
which connect invisible things and take me to a
voice
A face
Some words
A case full of people who
will listen
will love
will like
will accept
won't shout
won't clout

I won't

be alone

The memories become only silent scars
The silence will be stopped
The hate will ebb away
The thoughts are only thoughts

I felt more alone when surrounded by those
in my past,
then am now, alone, but on
a path lined with people.

I am not alone.
They will not let me be,
because all they want of me
is
me.
and that makes a nice change.
Life's a Beach
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Life's a Beach
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   --- and Nadia DeLevea
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