A Home For Thought And Time

by ALEX   Aug 14, 2008


When I'm alone,
I wonder about who else
must be alone,
I think of the winding roads
that separate us and
make us colder,
about the lack of vitality
here inside each of
our rooms lying senseless
and restless and losing time.

    report violation
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  • 17 years ago

    by Brittany C

    Great poem, it takes a couple times of reading it to understand it but thats ok. Everything was good about this poem. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by The Angel of Secrets

    This was one of those poems you gotta read a couple of times before you understand the essence of it.
    I did. And I liked it.
    Excellent work :)

    The Angel of Secrets

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