Sonnet IV
Moving through the dark, fog-enclosed blackness
Thoughts of aloneness surface in my mind.
I'm so far ahead, but farther behind;
I've so many friends, yet I am friendless.
In a far land thousands of miles away
I feel more at home than I do right here.
In my heart I hold those people more dear.
It is there that I want to live some day.
Why am I here? I just don't really know.
Nobody seems to understand my mind,
I guess that's why I feel so far behind.
I know that one day out of here I'll go.
Maybe some special day and time I'll find
A method to not be so far behind.
©1997 Jason R. Cunningham
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