Alone to be
and not one other to see
for miles across this land.
Is there a reason
for this act of treason;
an answer, I demand.
I cry out loudly
both polite and profoundly
yet there is nothing to hear.
My heart starts to ache
as I begin to shiver and shake.
To live my life in fear.
Is there not a friend
or is this the end
of all life in existence?
Am I alive, but not well
or have I gone to hell?
For all I have is silence.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
Alone to be
and not one other to see
for miles across this land.
Is there a reason
for this act of treason;
an answer, I demand.
I cry out loudly
both polite and profoundly
yet there is nothing to hear.
My heart starts to ache
as I begin to shiver and shake.
To live my life in fear.
Is there not a friend
or is this the end
of all life in existence?
Am I alive, but not well
or have I gone to hell?
For all I have is silence.
Written in 1989.
