A Lonely Day

Wed, 10/19/2016 - 19:39 -- kairom1

Trapped in a small room

Blankly, I stare at the walls

I just keep thinking

If my existence matters

Toska grows in me

Then my phone softly buzzes

To show a picture

That I remind my friend of

Then I remember

I matter


This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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