I SIT ALONE
SITTING IN THE CORNER ,
ALL ALONE.
I WONDER WHY AM I HERE
WONDER WHEN I CAN MOVE
I'M NOT THINKING CLEAR.
SUNS BEATING DOWN ON ME
MY FACE IS GETTING HOT
WHY IS NO ONE TALKING TO ME
I WONDER WHAT I GOT,
SITTING IN THE CORNER
JUST ME MYSLF AND I
WONDERING WHAT I HAVE DONE WRONG
I DO NOT KNOW
SO I JUST SIT AND CRY
kalel commented on I SIT ALONE
09-14-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| MY FATHER | 4 | 06/25/2009 |
| Celtic Smiles | 1 | 06/25/2009 |
| THE CLOUDS | 1 | 06/25/2009 |
| LOST | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
| LIGHT HEARTED AM I | 1 | 06/25/2009 |
| GENTLE BREEZE | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
| my life | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
| WHO AM I? | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| I SIT ALONE | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| I LIVE OUT ON THE EDGE | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| mother nature | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
| Once Along Time Ago | 3 | 04/14/2009 |
| INSIDE MY HEART | 1 | 04/14/2009 |
| THE LITTLE GIRL IN THE PARK | 0 | 04/14/2009 |
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