Clarence Williams (May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)
Alone with what I don't need
Life sometimes have me wondering like I'm in a place that I find myself alone! ! ! !
And the voice I hear echoing around comes from within.
And I find myself thinking and pouring a drink, and drinking, left alone dealing with me. I should be a hundred percent happy! ! ! but it feels good attached to someone or somebody verse I'm left alone with my drink. To have, and to hold that's stays right beside me, never talk, never there to encourage me. But I found comfort in it's ability to drown out the sadness I feel from deep within.
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