Alone Now Poem by Brandon J. Moore

I am alone.
Like really really alone.
No female to bring me a drink.
Or tell me I'm doing good.
Tell me to shut the computer off and come to bed.
Like in the days of old.
In our tents.
Neatly wrapped up.
Nah.
I'm bordered and boxed up.
Secluded and put away.
Out of reach.
Full day with an empty heart.
Demonized now because I stepped out to far.
How ridiculous this is.
What a great help!
I'm dying here alone...
By myself.