Changing of the Season

Home in the house,

Just sitting on the couch,

I sit and listen, and i can

Hear every noise from here to

The kitchen, I am sad and

Alone yet everyone is home,

I would love to call someone

But I  have no phone, but

If I did I don't think that

Would change the situation

That I'm in there's no one

Here for me to make me grin,

And sometimes that makes me

Want to sin, I used to laugh

All the time but now sometimes

I cry and it can be for

Any reason....sometimes just

As simple as changing

Of the seasons...

Originally Written: June 4, 2009