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Click hereSo here I am again
All alone and lonely
Writing yet another poem
One I'm sure they're all tell me is crappy
A perfect imprefect Ramona diseaster piece
Wasted and useless
Just like me
Angry again
I remember high school days
Ah yes those bitter high school days
When even then I sat all alone and lonely
So damn lonely
Dreaming big dreams
Dying to be the only one who was't smiling and laughing
Angry again
Today I log onto the web
Still there are no friends for me to find
No hands to hold
No happy joyful e-mails to exchange
Nope for me it is clear
For I have been told time and time again
By so very many
Even here I am not wanted nor am I loved
I am just
Angry again
Now I frown
Seeing a mistake I so carelessly made in this prose
I lose all my cool compose
Rip the pages to shreds
Thinking of my soul's dying toture
As later I glue the pieces back together
I long and ache so much sometimes
Wondering just how good death might feel
Frowning once more as I wonder if
Even in Heaven's peaceful embrace
I will still be.....
Angry again
Always so very angry
2007 Ramona Thompson
it amazes me that the sea, even in her caress of soft water - applied again and again, over and over after all makes such interesting changes on the rocks and clifface around her. perhaps the miracle is that she never tires, and as she beats against the shore we wonder if she herself changes as well.