Fenced

I'm no one in a sense,
I feel enclosed and fenced,
and no one looks for the gate,
I guess that's just my fate.
it seems I am my only friend,
It's getting so even I can't stand the vibes I send.
I will probably be this way till my end.
No one understands what it's like to be always alone.
If they did they would at least call me on the phone.
I'm alone when I'm at home,
alone at work,
I go shopping by myself,
Not a soul wants me for friend.
They all vanish in a cloud of smoke,
It's silent here cause no one spoke,
a word to break that spell.
My own inner hell.
They all think when I say it, it's a joke.
But the joke is all on me,
because all my friends flee.
When I ask to chat everyone is busy,
I feel like I'm locked away,
an old dog chained to a tree,
behind a fence with a lock that has no key.
Loving unconditionally, the one's who visit rarely.
When I die there will be no one around to see.
If only I could find a way to be free.




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