Lunchtime

22/09/2020 -  Poem A Day Compilation



She sat on her own at first.

A whole bench,

A whole table

All to herself.



Then there was no one near.

Not at the next bench,

The next table,

No one close.



At first, she didn’t notice the quiet.

It was peaceful,

And unburdened

By the petty squabbles.



But after a while it was silent.

An uneasy stillness,

A pained disquiet

Clung in the air.



And so, it continued each day.

Branded an outcast

Shunned by her peers

And alone in the world.