Anywhere But Here

How did I get here?


This sad place

where I wind up

every year end

filled with sorrow

and regret.


Choked up

by what binds me,

stressed out

because I’m incompetent.


I feel the silence close in

and the loneliness

is my only emotion.


Such a bittersweet spot

because at times I seek it.


But not tonight.

Not now

when I wish to be surrounded

by pleasant company

and boisterous laughter.


I close my eyes

to beckon a tear,

a single, solitary drop

cascading from solemn cheek.


I’d rather be anywhere but here.

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