Familiar sights accompanied by silence
yet my footsteps are louder than before
Do I run from this
Or embrace it?
I sit on my bench
as i have done a thousand times
looking to the shape of the clouds for guidance
they tell me what i already know
I am alone, finally and completely
alone
No one will cradle my sorrows
or bask in my joys
Is it strange then, to feel the same as before?
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
Familiar sights accompanied by silence
yet my footsteps are louder than before
Do I run from this
Or embrace it?
I sit on my bench
as i have done a thousand times
looking to the shape of the clouds for guidance
they tell me what i already know
I am alone, finally and completely
alone
No one will cradle my sorrows
or bask in my joys
Is it strange then, to feel the same as before?
Based on the prompt 'being alone at the end of the world'