This poem was written by Brian Bolding in his poetry book for Jan-Mar 2021, “Persona Non Grata.”
I’m sick of being alone
I’m sick of being by myself
Sitting and waiting and sleeping
And staring at walls
And avoiding telephone calls
I’m sick of being alone
And that’s a fact
I’m like a lonely soldier
With little to no tact
I’m sick of being alone
Nobody wants to play with me
I guess I’m a little old now and insane
If only they could see my pain.
Time marches on…
3.30.21 1206 am tue bb.
(Picture, Me, Amarillo, Fall 1997).
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