a new poem

this will not be included in the chap, as it is a new one.

A Lonely Only Nobody Else

© Mary ElizaBeth Peters, March 2010

you can be hiding in the bathroom, three feet and one door blocking

and you can be alone

you can be laying by your lover, midnight and your blood spilling

and you can be alone

you can be singing in a choir, sunday and voices raising

and you can be alone

everyone knows you can surround yourself with people

and you are still alone

everyone knows she can keen-or-cry for you

and you are still alone

everyone knows he can whisper-sigh to you

and you are still alone

people think that when you’re dying

that your are not alone

people say it when you’re crying

that you are not alone

people don’t believe that they are lying

that you are not alone

but you are

but you are

but you are

and so and so and so

and so what of it

of it and all before it

if you are reading this poem you should know

that you are not alone

and you are still alone

and you can be alone

only if you alone

can leave me

alone.