I SIT AND WRITE! Date: Saturday, 1st March 2003 @ 12:20:00 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Robert_Edgar_Burns I write and sit and sit and write, From early dawn into the night. For I am mostly left all alone. A virtual shut in within my home. And no one really seems to care. For no one invites me, anywhere! All that I have is paper and pen. So I can write of what might have been. And so I try hard not to dwell, On why I must live in my lonely hell. Why haven’t I put guns to my head? I couldn’t sit and write, if I was dead. Four walls are closing in on my chest. I must unclasp my buttoned vest. I suffocate in a panic attack. A sharp pain shoots from front to back. My eyes grow dim, there is no light. All I can do is sit and write. robertburns2@mac.com homepage.mac.com/robertburns2/… This poem is Copyright © Robert_Edgar_Burns Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=13540