Once again in the silence of my chambers I drift off into the thoughts of my mind pondering why I must be so miserable Once again I lay apon my pallet alone thinking why must I torture myself My chambers are small but it's so still you can hear a heartbeat slowly growing with sound You can hear dust fall slowly to the ground I have never felt so alone to the point I call apon my god to send someone for me to not feel alone And yet I lay miserably alone dreaming that one day I won't be alone any more
©Ben Matthews
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Feel not alone at any time, no one is alone, I like the feeling, thanks. Please read my poems and say something I like to hear more from you.