And I Was Alone Poem by A.J. McKinley

And I was alone with my thoughts.

Memories swirl in a unison of faith.
Change has been inevitably declined.
Passion bleeds from walls glittered gold.

And I was alone with my thoughts.

Recipe for destruction gilded on the page.
A gift purely given like forgotten trash.
Forever has no distinction beyond now.

And I was alone with my thoughts.

Authority is a prodigy of laziness.
Wealth measured by free-flowing barriers.
Sensuality is a brand no longer tangible.

And I was alone with my thoughts.

Swinging on a broken rope of promise.
The puddle is full of cracks.
Feminine impression embedded on the seat.

And I was alone with my thoughts.

Glistening prisms of a generation forgotten.
Barriers instilled on a broken mirror.
Reflections stagnant with happenstance.

And I was alone.

Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley