Alone with the Grass

I'll drive down to the river,

And sit and wonder why

I ever said a single word,

Or why I took the stand.

Yet here I sit once again,

Hoping for this withered grass

To not be my only company. 

Reviews

[Pale Rose]

Oh boy do I know this feeling... This is a very powerful poem despite its size, which I really like. It could be improved a bit, either with stronger words (such as "stood my ground" rather than "took the stand") or maybe a rhyme. But as is, this is a good write; very lonely and regretful.