Alright, bastards. I had to go to summer sessions, meaning I couldn't concentrate on my prose work; so I was forced back into poetry. Blame yourselves; it's easier for all of us.
Alone, Not Lonely
Laughing atop a cloud;
A cloud shrouding the mind,
Blinding eyes to problems defined.
Life has been good, but nowehere near great.
Nothing of passing relevance that others would consider
Exquisite, lavish, or radiant.
To an outsider, the littlest of little things need be large indeed
For them to comprehend the sense of happiness
Within the circle where all but one, the most loving one,
Never seems to unerstand, recognize, or about them implore
A person that loves their people,
But loves being alone slightly more.
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