Friday, April 17, 2009

Poem: Alone

Silence pervades the air,
It hangs
Ominously,
Heavily,
Drowning away the roar
Of the loudness,
Of the noise,
That you hated,
That you loathed,
The thick hustle,
The lurid bustle,
But then,
Everything's quiet,
Everything's in solitude,
And you're still,
Suffocating,
Dying,
For breath,
In your dark room,
All alone.

1 comment:

  1. Interesting. Sometimes, the grass is always greener the other side of the field.

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