Alone
I listen to those around me and cannot focus
hearing their voices fading away
The constant droning like a field of locust
make me lay hear and just pray
I feel apart like a stranger
looking upon them as if we never met
Feeling a sense of iminent danger
not knowing if my time here is set
I am alone this each and every day
watching the world just pass me by
Feeling I was made by an artist of clay
looking for the place where I may lie
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