I Set In an Old Chair


Thinking so loud…

I know all can hear.

They are watching me.

Their peeking eyes watching me.

Do they believe…

That I will never be.

What they want me to be.

This old chair and me have become old

friends.

Never speaks.

But except me for who I am. 

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