Alone In The Dark
Alone in a dark room
sitting in a chair
confronting life
is it worth the pain
the strain on the brain
pressure all around
perfect, not so perfect
where did I go wrong
no openings, no closing
all alone in the chair
a gun near by
why the pain, why the shame
different i am, different I'll be
why you do care, why you do not treat fare.
the end would be best
why be with the rest
when all alone in the dark
poem by Michael Peterson
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