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I Am Alone

By Douglas L.R. Hauge

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Once upon a time I was not alone

I remember the joys of family

I remember childhood friends from a cherished past

I am alone

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Will there ever be another day of happiness in my life?

Will there be a day when I will always have friends who care?

Will ever again the words be spoken to me, “I love you”?

I am alone

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I want to give my love

I want to care about someone else

I want to care about others

Most of all I want to be wanted

I am alone

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My father is gone, my mother is gone

My wonderful wife is gone too

My daughter, oh what painful choices she has made for me to witness

Will that pain of despair ever end?

I am alone

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I look at my hands and I look at myself

I look at my things and what I have done

I love this single human being who takes care of all that is me

I realize that my existence itself is a treasure

I am alone

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This treasure that is me is very good

It is the gift of my life from my parents

They were good too

They loved me

I am alone

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I do not know where they are or if they see me

But I know that I must care for the gift they gave me

A gift that my wonderful wife so much loved

I am worthy to live

I am alone

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There must be a reason for the state that I am in

But I do not know what it is

Maybe I should not know

I know not what the future holds

I am alone

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But the gift that was me that I was given

Is a precious gift that I must love and care for till the very end

And I must vigilant to touch the lives of those who may need me

Just a smile, a question of caring for someone else from me

Can make all the difference there is

I am alone

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To be alone is to be like a soldier on the battlefield

Care not for myself and I will fall

Care for others, help others

And there is not more joy that I could bring to another or myself

I am alone but we are all one

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The stars in the sky

The trees that grow

The birds that sing

The fish that swim

My brothers and sisters that are mankind

We are all one

We all struggle for this precious life

Love them and all that live

Realize that truth

And I am no longer alone

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Hear a reading of the poem by the poet here.

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What Happened?

Always out there, always popular
Always had friends, always with a partner.
One marriage but what was love?
Another marriage and I had it for real
Then she went and found it with another.

My soul mate next but I couldn’t escape
The ravages of my childhood…Nor she
as we loved and lost and fell apart
time and time again.
For she was the one.
Now she’s gone too, and happy like all the rest.
After me they always do best.

Meeting new people, going out now.
Singles scene, not for me, but what else?
The process helps but can’t fill the hole within.
They care but I feel nothing.
What should I feel?
How do you feel?
Who to talk to?
Brother, Mother. They stuffed my head.
Father wonderful, but now he’s dead.

Now it’s just me and my new shadows.
Lurking, silent, unrelenting, cold and draining.
They follow me everywhere, They’re always there
I can no longer hide. When will they go?
But I have my kids, although they’ll never know.
So far so good, they haven’t seen through my faces
My smile manufactured when I take them places.

I’ve done my dash, I had my chances
Just never meant to be, for me.
I see now that the kind of happiness I’ve always dream of
was only meant for others.
And so many others
What happened to me?

Goodbye D
Goodbye J
Goodbye K
I envy your happiness.

 

Maybe Tonight

Maybe tonight is the night

When my pain will cease for good.

Maybe tonight is the night,

When I will end it; maybe I should.

Maybe tonight someone will notice

The chains that I am bound by.

Maybe tonight all this pain,

Maybe tonight, maybe it’ll all die.

Maybe tonight I will find happiness,

In a place far from here.

Maybe tonight, finally,

It’ll all become clear

Maybe tonight I’ll pick up my blade,

And put it to my throat.

Maybe tonight this will mean something,

This poem I wrote.

Lonely Heart and Lonely Nights

As darkness looms I gaze into the candle light ….

My heart feels the pains of wanting you with me each night

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You came in to my life and brought a calm in my heart….

But now it just seems we are always so far apart

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The brightness, love and happiness   you brought to my life….

Has been a source of releasing so much of my strife

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I miss the times you reached for me then pulled me ever so near……

I miss the times you used to say “I love you “so softly in my ear

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Thinking back on how long it has been….

I daily long for the time when you kiss me once again

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My body aches to feel your arms holding me tight….

And just knowing you are there all through the night

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Realizing we both have our own life struggles and pain…

Through these days we must not let our feelings wane

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Even though we talk each night and each day….

My soul still aches with our being far away

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I not only need you… but want you with all of my heart….

And pray to God for a day when we are no longer so far apart

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I am here for the long haul to see this thing out ……….

And in hopes that you are having no doubt

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Just know that I have grown to love you and always will….

For there is a place in my heart that only you can fill

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By: Cheryl Stephens

Hollow

By Raven

It is a Hollow I cannot fill,

I pine for it,

But I do not belong, anywhere.

I watch groups of friends interact,

Smile, laugh, kiss, dance,

It hurts so badly as I realise want to be a part of it so much,

I want to laugh without a care in the world,

I want to have days where we get together and just talk about the things we love.

I want days where we just mess about and do nothing,

I want to be able to give and receive hugs and kisses,

I want to be capable of love, of trust,

But I understand that, it is not to be.

I am always looking in from outside,

Standing on the edge smiling pathetically to myself,

Living vicariously through those that I watch,

Spending evenings imagining myself as a part of those groups,

Tears coursing down my cheeks as I smile dreaming of the things I can never have,

Taking a sadistic pleasure in gathering as many memories of those forbidden pleasures,

Of comfort, of happiness and love,

I cannot stop watching for fear of drowning in the depression of a realisation where I truly understand that I am denied the very things I spend my days viewing.

Alone I stand outside that dirty window peering in.

Even if I could gather up the courage to knock on the glass and ask to be let in, I would fall short.

Because in my world, although there is a window, there is certainly not….

A door.