I Am Alone Poem by Khumo Segaloe

Tick, Tock
Tic, Tock, tick, tock.
As I waited for my father to come.
See waiting had become what I do best..as the salty scent of sweat became my identity of waiting in the sun.
No-one wanted to come besides me for they believed loneliness always needed more than one friend, for they believed my pain was contagious.
I was all alone, waiting for the father who was never there.

Funny thing is that, before the waiting, I would pass him by in the streets, no greeting, not even a quick glance.

Funny thing is that, before the waiting, my anger had blinded me into thinking I despised him.The anger was so powerful that I would go down on my knees for him to die.

Its sad now, Im not ashamed though Im the reason that today I am alone.
There sound of silence, the echo of loneliness.The cloth of sorrow as I await for someone who will not be coming soon and deep down I know the truth, just love building castles in the air which leave me all alone,...gone with the wind, gone with time

I will be content with being left alone for I am a lone wolf, alone.