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one wonders

Through 
the 
lonesome 
days
and
lonely
ways
one wanders
and
one wonders.





How can
one
be so
alone?
How can
one
be so
thrown?


Friendship fails
and
loss prevails
and
wounds assail
one's
heart.


Friends
have come
and
friends
have gone,
ne'er the twain
shall meet.


Friends
who are
sometimes
friends
are 
always
friends
no more.


Friends
with masks
and two-faces
ask
with tongues forked
and fingers crossed
behind their backs
for
friendship,
but
do not know
the meaning.


The solitary times
with no
rhythm or rhymes
lead to
heart less,
solo crimes.


Eremetic
lives
lived
under grey skies
soon despise
companion's ties.


So as
one wanders
and
one wonders,
alone,
can hope abide
where tears
were cried
and
emptiness
has resided?


How can
one
be turned
around
from friendless
rounds
to friend filled
towns,
one wanders
and
one wonders?


© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤

Adapted image: By jdurham
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