Alone

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Fear/Loneliness

I have wandered alone these deserted streets

In a place where all life and death meets

Searching for my immortal soul

Because without it I am not whole



The moon's risen alone, it shimmers ebony

It like me must be dreadfully lonely.

My feet are bloodied, Shoes worn through

Yet to shuffle on is all I know to do.



The unspeakable horrors these eyes have seen

Force them to grow up- whatever the means

The un-thought of tortures this body's endured

The curses cast that can never be cured.



I walk alone on my path of sadness

Sometimes I stumble, only to feel the madness

That once consumed my soul and shaded it black

Never again will I turn back

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes, being alone isn't all that it's cracked up to be. 2005

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forgeteden's picture

I have felt this way many times, which you'll notice in alot of my poetry... I don't understand why people think it's so kool to be lonely and sad, it's Hell to feel alone... When you are alone most of your life, you'll realize how scary it really is.