My World Poem by Cleo a

anguish
Fear
Pain.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't see.
It was dark, so dark.
Empty, was it?

I screamed
Yelled.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I was in my own hell
stuck here forever.
No help.

I could recall a voice
creeping up on me
Whispering,
"we're alone."
Over, and over.
It sounded like..
me.
That voice..
it was all me.

Could it really be..?
No hope left to see
Not even one bit.
I close my eyes.
It's even darker.
my heart racing,
Think something might come for me.
Really, it's just me.
Only me.

Everything in this world is being left behind.
It sounds bitter,
but really, I loved it for a bit.
I enjoyed it.
it was my time
my time to myself.
nothing else.
Nothing to see
Nothing to be.
Nothing.

Only me.