hard times
Hard Times
Lonely.
People crowding, rushing past me,
Running to their friends after a long break
Waiting for someone to rush to,
I sit alone.
Fall.
Everyone was bustling around with glee,
They talked and talked, it was Halloween,
Noone to talk to,
I sit alone.
Winter.
Gifts crackling as they open,
I give but do not get.
Secret Santa, everyone but me,
I sit alone.
Spring.
Love is in the air.
Chocolate boxes and teddy bears.
Heartbroken and rejected,
I sit alone.
This poem is about:
Me
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