Alone With Me
Alone With Me
Alone with me-the polished wall
The mocking throng
that roams the hall;
As alone with me
in grief self made,
Will join that
bitter pity parade.
In one direction,
as evermore
Through the perpetual
EXIT door;
As though condemned
to a shallow grave
Which is this life
that someone gave-
To pose one last
riddle without a clue,
To the mocking throng
and pathetic few,
Who lose the game
that cannot be played,
And backstep in
the pity parade;
In that waiting hall
with the frantic throng-
While the worthless hours
only speed along;
With the virgin eye
never more to see
How it really is
to be alone with me!
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