lament of lonely

Alone,

I review

what I’ve done.

Alienated,

I question

what I’ve said.

Abused,

I wonder

what I deserved.

Bereaved,

I imagine

being alive again.

Happy?

I’ve forgotten

what it’s like.

A poem for day 27 of NaPoWriMo 2015: hay(na)ku

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