'Alone! ' I cried again.
'Alone I am with me!
Lonely in a world of mist
Alone, I reach to touch your wrist
And see if I am thee.’
To be alone beside a soul
Afloat, adrift; an empty ghoul
Alone in woe; the yearning flesh
To fill a thin, contorted mesh
Diffuse atop an icy floor, alone.
So much alone in fact, I lack
The tonal vibrancy of life:
I am a song without a tune
alone;
A greying sky in June
alone;
The blueness of a sullen moon
– waning in a starless night–
alone;
Coasting down a weedy pass
alone;
The only image in the glass
alone;
To meet a certain heavy fate
– to turn and shut the knurly gate–
…alone.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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