5:03 AM

In this late hour,
I'm utterly alone.
no one,
else,
alone.

Your ego driven view
a cracked hour glass,

undeniable
to
alone.

why couldn't you have her,
too beautiful

alone.

only
a pillow can comfort

restless
and alone.

poem by David DeSantis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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