5:39 PM. Thursday, July 30, 2009
Presenting...the Loner Poem!!!!
Every day,I stand at the wall.
The wall I have found refuge with.
Its bricky red delightfullness,
Somehow shields me from them.
I am shunned like a leper.
Nobody even spares a glance at me.
They do not give me a chance to speak.
They simply wave my words away.
"Hey,hey,can I play?" I say,
"No no no," They always say.
I get miserable everyday.
Like I said,they do not give me a chance.
What I do at the wall?
My refuge,the one and only there.
Slapping hands,tracing patterns,
Wasting time away,just like my ragged clothes.
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