Alone

Still. Cold. Silence.

Silence that is deafening and nonexistent simultaneously.

Alone

Alone

Alone

 

The streets, the forests, the mountains, and the oceans.

Empty. Just. Like. Me.

Forever bound to the endless cycle.

Alone

Alone

Alone

 

The absence of children laughing and playing is renowned

No busy streets with busy people bustling about.

No traffic, no cars inching forward.

No birds of song or any animal of any sort.

Alone

Alone

Alone

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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