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Thesoliloquist

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since May 2016
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Alone

May 18, 2016

Wooden door I unlocked, pushed it open creeking Pushed myself inside, there I found me wondering Door I closed, a room with silence's scream echoing For mine dearest family I was thrown seeking


Checked my wrist watch, time was seven in the evening Where are they? I asked, hours of work must be tiring Again, we won't be eating dinner together Said I, when will they be with their son to gather


After feasting on mine supper alone, I stood Bad thing they weren't here, the meal I cooked was good With sadness, I was sent sitting on my bed side Ended up facing the window looking outside


Speechless, I saw towering heights reaching the sky I walked towards the mirror and asked where am I There I realized, I was sent here to study Far away from my parents, from everybody

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