Alone. Poem by Kate Battye

Alone, I sit.
Not wanting to move.
To disturb my thoughts.
Thoughts of guilt, distraction
and loneliness.
The last few weeks:
Isolation.
Saddness.
Days of memories being
unearthed again...
more and more people delving
into my past...
...wanting to know when and
why, where and how,
all the minor details that
create my life:
thoughts, feelings, actions
and memories.
Memories that will never be
forgotton...
I won'tlet go of this,
It will haunt me for the
rest of my life...
Alone.