Alone

A poem about how I feel now that I am no longer at school and with those I consider friends.

Alone.

All alone at home,

With nothing to do.

While all the time

I think about you.

At school,

You're a fool,

Crazy and fun.

But I always wonder;

Will it end?

Or will you still,

After all this time,

Stay my friend.

My best friend.

Author's Note

If there is anything you think can be improved, please tell me.

Reviews

[dw817]

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Sometimes, Rose, sometimes - a fool for a friend is the best friend of all. They are non-judgmental, they don't ridicule you for the way you are, or look too deeply at others' destinations nor their ulterior intentions.

And when they play the fool, that is just their way of whistling in the dark. For no-one wants to be alone. No-one.

As I have oft written in my profile, I would rather be a fool than a nobody, and I've had years of experience in both.

Nicely written and superbly succinct.

[Rose]

Thank you very much, and my friend is a fool, yet crazy as well, but that's just who she is and she always makes me smile whenever I'm down.

[dw817]

I think I do that a bit with Chris. He's so - SERIOUS - all the time. And me, I'm the opposite. I try and think of life as one big adventure and try to find the fun in everything. :)

[Rose]

Yeah, I know what you mean

[Rhianne Ney]

I love the lines splashed across here to create a wonderful poem. (:

[Rose]

Thanks.

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome

[Zoya]

i loved the poem .. cheers :)

[Rose]

Thanks.