Poetry And Musings.

Alone.
Alone in my thoughts.
Alone with my dreams, their content unknown
to anyone but me.
No one to share with,
No one to cherish.
No one to listen,
and no one to care.
I sit alone in this room,
with no one but me.
It's probably because I have gas.
Really bad.
And it stinks, too.
Damn those beans for dinner
last night.