All alone.
Hidden from humanity
A lone ship on the sea
In the middle of the night.
In the dark
Without knowledge of the trends
Being an outcast until summer ends
Is it a calling or a lie?
Those hours
Spent crying at a pillow
Where has the world gone?
Where have I been?
Like a worm
I lurk below the ground
Awaiting the end
Of it all.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
All alone.
Hidden from humanity
A lone ship on the sea
In the middle of the night.
In the dark
Without knowledge of the trends
Being an outcast until summer ends
Is it a calling or a lie?
Those hours
Spent crying at a pillow
Where has the world gone?
Where have I been?
Like a worm
I lurk below the ground
Awaiting the end
Of it all.
I hath wrote this sad poem to demonstrate the thoughts and feelings of the life of a troubled adolescent