Crying Poem by Phil Soar

Crying



I stopped what I was doing
So that I could sit and cry
On my own, away from home
As I felt life passing by
Unsure of my surroudings
I wept, not knowing why
I stopped what I was doing
So that I could sit and cry.

Monday, February 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life,sadness
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