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