My Poetry

Alone

1989

Transitions are a tough time. This was my response to going to a new high school out of the area from where I had grown up. This poem was later published in my high school literary magazine "The Writers Manual: Blood, Sweat, Tears, and Cheese" .

I sit in a chair in my empty house, and

I sit alone.

I live in a place where I once had friends, but

I live alone.

I rode in a car with two other people, but

I rode alone.

I sang in a place with thirty other people, but

I sang alone.

I go to a school with fourteen hundred people, but

I go there alone.

I stayed in a city with eight million people, but

I stayed alone.

I live in a world with some billion people, but

I live alone.

Everywhere, I see happy people, but I always stand

alone.

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