Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Alone


Alone - I think I need a place alone.
After all, alone is being free - alone
From all the other lonely souls.

Oh to live alone in only solitude;
I'll plot a course alone for rectitude,
So then corruption will desist: so
Alone, the prodding by detractors won't exist!

Alone, I'll cry; sink alone to depths of
Solitude that only are achieved alone.
I'll be relieved, alone - received alone by me;
Peek at my reflection in the pond - alone to see.

When alone I have no love to seek, or fear
Of ending up alone from being jilted:
Laughing at the alter; me alone; 'Dear oh dear'
To hear them say, 'Now he's alone – tilted
Forward at the brink - like us, he'll be alone.'




Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009


Alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone

Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, May 04, 2011

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