• poems,  poetry

    sat

    sat alone on the first daywas the only oneeveryone watchedfingers tingledhead heavy and pounding sat alone on the first daywasnt the only onewatched everyonehands sweatyhead heavy in thought sat alone for many dayswith new friendsthat did not knowor understandor care sat alone for many dayswith old friendsthat knewand understoodand cared sat alone for many yearswith no onewith pen and papereyeglassespouring it into the blank sat alone for many yearswith myselfwith my drawingsvisionskeeping them close to me. j- I don’t really know what it means… usually I just sit here and try to let the words come through. Sometimes I tell a story and it’s just random- sometimes I tell a…