A page from my journal

Just a poem to get rid of things in my overcrowded brain

Here I am alone again,
Not a care in the world,
With one less friend

This sign I wear
Invisible yet seen, reads:
If physical contact is acquired
BEWARE!

I gave it all I had
Or maybe just a little less
Cause I know no one will say;
He was the best

I want not remembrance,
Or parades shouting my name
I want not to do with this world
Born of destruction and pain

I want a little cottage
In a valley far, far away
With few visitors,
None of which will stay

A place where it's,
Always peaceful and serene,
Where the only thing on my mind,
Is what dream I dreamed.