Corners

I often sit at the corners
Of Life and gaze at lovers
Leaning on each other
On fathers doting on daughters
On happiness passing me over
I often find myself suffused
In desire, by loneliness warped
Teetering at the edge of wantonness
All, while praying for deadening numbness
I often..lose myself
Amidst all this
I often..dont know
Where I am
Why I am
I....

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