Being Alone

being alone is routinary
nothing unusual to a man like me
it is like taking the bus every morning
from home to the office
then back
and forth everyday everyday

it becomes a lifestyle
and when one gets used to it
you fear nothing anymore

even death, you know it, when you die,
you don't die with them

alone, alone you die, no one else dies for you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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