Alone

Okay I might be biased but I think she is rather good at poetry

Little Library

​Shadows hide where they aren’t seen

Turn blind with all the painful memories
They crush, squeeze and cover all light
And I am alone.

The sun in its cycle rises and sets
It caresses and comforts those below
Beams stretching and fighting the dark
And I am alone.

A walking storm untouched by either
A numb core of cold silent stone
Walking through the motions of normality
And I am alone.

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