Late Evening

All I want to do now is stare out my bedroom window
because this evening has been kind enough to shine
Some say I’m impossible to get along with
maybe because few can truly appreciate
what it’s like to be alone

Old scraps of poems are hidden in plain view
instead I’m bombarded by letters from classic literature
I wish I could escape into those worlds portrayed
instead I’m stuck here again
shunning all those who care

If I found any answers within the bible
I’d have left some time ago
Instead I’m casting my hopes
upon a concrete shore
Because  I want to throw away
the life I am wasting
just so I can say I lived
at least for one day

The End

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