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Alone, I sit
and stare
at four walls
stripped
of memory photos
in a house
(no longer called a home)
devoid of souvenirs
of the life I once lived.
Alone, I await
my death
passing the time
that I once called life
but I no longer
live.
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Write a free verse poem to express the state of loneliness in not more than 15 lines. |
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Lonely Poem
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Author Notes
Just a poem.
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