The Fantastic Mr. Carroll

Original poetry from the twisted mind of a Veteran overcoming SMI. All rights reserved.

Living Alone, I Bemoan

This living alone

This living alone I bemoan

To wake up

To open my eyes and be…alone

That empty feeling

That rush of panic

Upon my eyes opening

I look and then I see

No one there

As if no one cares

This living alone

This living alone I bemoan

All of this space

Not a person in my face

While awake it feels good

Upon waking up

A different mood

Oh, this living alone

This living alone I bemoan

Too old to live with family

Way beyond the roommate stage

I enjoy my freedom, my space

But this living alone

This living alone I bemoan

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