Standing Alone.

Standing alone

Rain pouring down my face

Thinking maybe too much

Of choices made

 

Slowly the day breaks

Across the drenched sky

Afternoons of long forgotten memories

Pass by like paper planes

Falling to the ground

 

The void left by the stillness

Silence awaits

When to speak brings pain

Of sorrow amongst raging rivers

 

Engulfing all it surrounds

Leaving no mercy in its path

Lost worlds now immersed

Creating memories

Utterances of water worlds

Long forgotten

 


“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart”  ~William Wordsworth

 

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Standing Alone.

  1. Nice poem. The feeling of something is missing or not at all. Much pain. Dizziness, shortness of breath, sharp chest pains and heart palpitations. Like an orange fireball about the size of a large softball hover slowly over my head and lower back to relieve the pain. One day I was walking into this darkness alone… I found myself sitting on the floor crying. There is obvious beauty to be seen in people that live through difficulties, pains, struggles, and sufferings.

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