Swans Commentary » swans.com January 12, 2009  

 

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by Michael Eddins

 

Poetry

 

 

(Swans - January 12, 2009)  

I sit here alone
I see no one around
I wonder where everyone is
I do have friends,
but where are they?
Alone, now in the dark
Why did they leave me here
In this perpetual night
I want someone beside me,
someone to call a friend
but there is no one
I'm here in the blackness,
Alone

 

 

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Michael Eddins was born in 1993 in Boise, Idaho, and moved many a times before settling in Newberg, Oregon. He is currently attending high school, going into 10th grade, all the while working on writing four novels and maybe a poetry book. He currently lives in Horseshoe Bend, Idaho.

 

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