
why do
i
feel so alone?—
even when surrounded
and life feels crowded—
alone,
picked thin,
dried up like
brittle bone,
alone;
wandering,
though i’ve got a home,
alone.
nowhere to rest
my head—
though i have a bed,
alone.
people will say
i am wrong—
suck it up
and be strong—
they’ll silence this
sad song.
alone.
then they’ll move on,
leaving me
alone.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Mind’s Maze collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

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Saint Sorebones
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