feeling like i’m alone
hating the thought of going home
wanting something i do not have
wishing that is what i had
losing faith and my mind
wishing for some kind of sign
wanting only someone who cares
only getting bewildered stares
looking back on my years
adding up all the tears
asking once and never again
do you care or only pretend
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 