Alas, alas, I am alone,
Sitting on a couch of wilted petals.
Alas, alas, please go away.
There’s no room in here for me.

Alas, alas, the future beckons me
With its siren song of happiness.
Alas, alas, the past propels me
Into an undefined void of gloom.





Unpublished work © 2002 Gary Peck. This work is licensed under the
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