March 24, 2009
My Short Exile
Saturday night
I felt lost and alone
From being part of a crowd
To being solitary
I saw the smiles
And felt the hugs
Then I was left
For better things
I tried my best
To conform and socialize
Only to realize
That I had changed
I danced to the music
Swayed to the groove
Things I used to love
Things I used to be
I lost myself
Because of recent events
The heart aches
And the undying uncertainties
So I left not just the party
Not just the house
But the entire city
To find myself somewhere strange
I sit here alone
The cool breeze on my face
Writing from the heart
Drawing everything from my soul
Still I find no comfort
A beer in hand
A cigarette on the other
And nothing but silence all aroundMy
Posted by yabs on March 24, 2009 at 06:32 PM | Comments
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