By Sarah Shafer, sarah_s_10@hotmail.com
Date: 13 January 2001
Lonelyness
Lonely I sit alone,
As I stare into space.
I imagine that I am there,
And it is so great.
What I would give,
To get away.
To be set free,
Far away from this place.
It's not that I hate it,
But it's so much pain to take,
So I wish I could get away.
Away from it all,
mostly the pain.
The pain caused by death,
The pain caused by life,
And even the pain caused by you
All so hard,
So I wish I could go away.
I wish sometimes,
I could fly like a bird,
That I could just soar as I like,
Far, far away.
To sit up in a tree top,
Just an audiance to it all.
That would be great,
But it'd be no fun at all.
Because if I didn't have pain?
How happy would happy be?
That is a question,
To which I don't know the answer.
Because my life is full of pain,
When happieness does come,
It just seams like a game,
One that I'm always loseing.
Because I am behind everyone.
Behind in pionts,
Behind in Runs,
So this Softball game,
Is no longer fun.
~Sarah Shafer~~~
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