The words spill out–a mockery it felt, nobody asked but laughed.
I am all alone.
Every situation has it’s choices,
SO PLEASE TELL ME WHAT CHOICE WAS I TO THOSE WHO CHOSE ME!
I am alone.
If you want my literal terms, then YES. The breath is equal to billions but the beat is dead to the rhythm.
I AM ALONE.
A boy born to understand what he did not want, That voice….
it wasn’t there before, “who are you?”
“we are here boy”
I have You……Myself, Us, We.
The emptiness, I’ve Been falling….with you, with myself..
I am lost but not gone, here my voice not my echo.
C. B Wagner
I Thank and Appreciate Everyone for hearing this cry.