No One Left

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's hard being the one left behind...

Submitted: April 16, 2016

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I once had a large family

Of people who belonged to me.

But one by one they passed away,

I miss each of them, every day.

Thirteen dead, in seventeen years,

There’s no one left, there’s only tears.

 

I know that I should look ahead,

Focus on life, not on the dead.

But it won’t matter what I do,

With no one left to talk it through.

No one who I can make feel proud,

I’m invisible in a crowd.

 

There’s no one left to welcome me,

A slice of cake, a cup of tea.

There’s nowhere for me to belong,

I’m all alone, and that feels wrong.

My life seems empty now, and bare,

With no one left to say they care.

 

It seems pointless to carry on,

I want to follow where they’ve gone.

One thought that dominates my mind,

Is “Why did they leave me behind?”


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