Poem: Alone

There is something happening, and I do not know what it is.

The things that used to surround me are slipping away.

The trees are no longer listening.

The wind has stop singing.

I have nothing.

I do not know what I did wrong.

My life used to be okay, and sometimes great.

Now it is just grey.

My friends are no longer here, and my family I let disappear.

I always wanted to be alone.

Now that I am, all I want to do is just go home.

I said I would never come back, now my heart is making me want it.

The love never used to be there, but the silence of being alone is frighting.

I am slowing turning into the person I once feared.

I cannot say their name because it will ring true to death ears.

To be alone does not mean you are lonely.

I am both, and that is not where I want to be.

I need to be free, yet all I want to be is alone and lonely.

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