Round and round like a merry-go-round

A long elastic band

Bobing apples on a string

The constant hum of electricity like a fly next to my ear

People come and people go

All to briefly they dissappear

Into the night

Away to have fun, make memories

But I sit and wait

I wait for them to come back to me

When they will disappear into the night

Full of fun and memories

While I wait, alone.

By Luke Nichols (c) 2007

Be Sociable, Share!
This entry was posted in General, Rant. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Alone

  1. Shell says:

    How sad…but very good mate!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *