Unaccompanied Artist

Unaccompanied I suspect~

In the big picture~

Alone I want to be~

To create unrushed~

I enjoy to be free! ~

But there are times~

I feel lonely and sequestered~

Left all by myself ~

At certain times my emotions~

Sad do fester.

I am the only one here~

It is silently lonely~

I suppose I picked my space~

This way~

Yet at times I begrudgingly sway.

No-one else can hear~

My lonesome cries~

Although I chose this place~

Which sometimes is fine.

By myself~

I ponder how abandoned I feel~

Than I have to be real~

This does give me my private times~

That I do not have to fret and steal as mine.

On my own~

I feel deserted~

But really~

At other times~

My mind is busy and diverted.

Single-handedly~

Some how I became isolated~

I quip at times~

Yet this~

In some ways~

Is what I wanted for my thoughts to fly!

I unaided~

Now am forlorned~

Self centerly I mourn~

Yet in reality~

I closed people out~

To enjoy creating without a doubt.

Without help~

I have created my own solitary~

I am in the end~

Responsible for this empty mortuary.

Unaccompanied I suspect~

In the big picture~

Alone I want to be~

To create unrushed~

I enjoy to be free! ~

But there are times~

I feel lonely and sequestered~

Left all by myself ~

At certain times my emotions~

Sad do fester.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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