Erica L.

Deserted

alone, no one to go to anymore,
no one to tell,
like an abandoned kitten
wandering in the streets,
foraging the trash for food,
sleeping curled up upon a warm vent,
searching for a friend,
all alone in the world
                                    even though I’m not alone
                                       even though I’m surrounded




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