there are people

there are people

A Poem by Budd Black

 

There are people.
But, do they understand?
Can they?
There are people.
But, how can they know
Who I am?
There are people.
But, Are they my friends?
What are friends?
There are people.
But, I am alone.
Why am I alone?

© 2009 Budd Black


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The end sent some chills through me, nice work

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Budd Black
Budd Black

Bean Town, MA



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Sometimes Sometimes

A Poem by Budd Black