Saturday, 28 December 2013


I sit here alone
Alone, here I sit
The silent phone

My impenetrable wit

My insufferable muse

My existence forlorn

I long to abuse

  my despicable form

This stubborn old mule

  has nothing to give

This wretched sad fool

  has no reason to live

The New Year Eve time

  crawls beyond midnight

My paranoia benign

  never gives up the fight

Alone, here I sit

I remain here alone

To misery I commit
In life’s game, a pawn.

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