I am alone. People are all around me.
I cannot catch their glances.
I sit here waiting for a change.
My birthday came and went.
Without anyone to love, I grow weak.
I don’t remember how to smile anymore.
What will come of this spiritual hole?
Today I cannot bear my future.
Maybe the hosts above will smile on me.
Work is a dream of mine.
If I could step through a looking glass,
my fate would change instantly.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
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