I am a loner,
But not by choice.
People drove me away.
They tried to use me.
They tried to hurt me.
It all had to come to an end.
I have a few,
A few good friends.
One, I trust with my life.
However I still,
Feel a hatred for those,
For those who drove me away.
I know now what I must do.
I must go away and never return.
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Reviews of "Loner"
Reviewed by Robert Cosmar (Reader)
Reviewed on May 17, 2011
A bit on the negative side, but well written and insightful.
Bob
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Bob