Lost In Los Angeles

To be alone
is to be alone...
to be alone
is to be alone...

lost floating
chlorinated submerged;
within a winter day’s
sea sealing confined aloneness.

Even if it were an
empty outdoor steaming spa;
at the prestigious
Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.

Seated at my towering window
back in run of the house room 1007;
is my purchased eagle eye view
overlooking star sidewalk Hollywood Boulevard.

Traffic people walking standing
the famous aspiring famed Chinese Theatre;
with handprints footprints immortalized
celebrating over 170 celebrities Movie Stars.

Where I put my own hands
stood in their own footprints. (Trying the fit.)
But their aspirations fears betrayals
remain safely pleasantly; ever unknown to me.

True friends
loyal friends
are treasures
beyond measure.

Are more precious
than pearls emeralds
diamonds rubies
pure twenty-four carat gold.

Fame offers no warmth comfort
no love nor heartfelt comprehension
as the long drawn out starved hunger
the inevitable night draws ever nearer.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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