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Anywhere But Here
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Learning from the Past 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.
