A Lonely Cube

A Lonely Cube
Quizmo LaGrande

Sad, alone, bewildered, small,
My blueness backed to purple wall.
My corners sagging, bearing weight
The world, for me, must generate.

Desolate, beyond despair,
Inwardly I sit and stare
At darkness like a lonely cube,
No point of light, no arced refuge.

To reflect upon each side of me,
What plane or color might you see?
You view one, or two, or three
But you’ll never see the whole of me.

Therefore, I sit in block-like fashion
Trying to understand the passion
Of others much more round than I
Who roll with life while I flatly lie.



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