Disconnected

by Harutan   Jan 29, 2008


I sit at home.
All alone.

My friends are all over.
Too much ground to cover.

So i sit in my house.
No connection to the mouse.

A friends, sad, happy, angry, dead.
When would this knowledge enter my head?

So i sit here, disconnected.
When do i learn what has affected,
my friends?

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  • 16 years ago

    by nering

    Um this poem is real--i like when ppl write about real things--i for ur sake hope this poem has changed where u have ur friends close...

  • 16 years ago

    by Beautiful Disaster

    Ur is weird....tee-hee! but i hope this aint really true...(there are such things as a telephone to keep in touch w/friends)