Desolate

Circumstances change

Yet here you stay,

Solitude is strange

When surrounded by others.

A sour look upon your face,

Whether skies are blue or grey,

Is perpetually in place.

Why? You wonder...

Smoking cigs by the chain,

Blazing grade everyday,

Wearing jeans with coffee stains,

Too stoned to bother.

Wallowing in a vacant waste,

Alone you lay,

With a desolate space,

Between your sheet covers.

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