Alone
Noisy classroom, one is silent,
is he afraid? or just alone?
through the day of noisy laughter,
till at last he reaches home.
But home is dark, and cold and empty,
no-one there to ease his pain,
he spends his eve's alone and lonely,
like his days, spent just the same.
There are friends, alive and happy,
with them he can last the day,
till he gets to home and finds,
he's still alone, in a different way.
Uses phone to ease his feelings,
calls his 'friends' to talk away,
till at last the phone lies silent,
no-one left to call today.
Alone with thoughts, he rediscovers,
what it is that makes him real,
it's what he is, individual,
what he thinks and how he feels.
Armed now with this sacred knowlege,
finally he can face his fate,
Needs no-one, will not be lonely,
turn emotions to create.
Create the strength thats always needed,
needed just to make it through,
Follow the path that fate has chosen,
never know.. he could be you.
Nicholas Bronson
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