It has been said – “alone but not lonely”
Songs been written, of “the one and only”,
Yet can one be lonely and be not alone?
Belong to, and yet be on one’s own?
One may feel like fish out of water,
Or a lamb, being taken to slaughter,
Be a part of a group, or the herd or a flock,
Embedded in a wall, or a city block,
Yet like a forest of trees, you stand
A tree in a forest to no end,
Side by side – but not connected,
Each trunk stands dejected
xox
Phil Artman Poetry 