Saturday, November 27, 2004

 

I'm not a poet.

Nothing on this world beat loneliness,
The feeling that there is no one to look after you like a nurse.

My family is away,
leaving me to find my way,
all i can go is to stare at the wall and shout, "Ay!"

Listening to the neighbour scold their kids,
I remember the time when i was a kid,
playing with my Model Car construction kit,
With the help of my father glueing it.

Now,
I know,
the feeling of how
been alone feels like, Because, I'm alone
At home.

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