Alone
In her prison of sterile bricks of grey
In the stark street of emptiness
You will find her
Gripping her hands
To wring the life from them
Her deeply wounded face hung in lines and gaps
of misery and uncertainty
With eyes salted by the conflict of feelings
Emanating from her defenseless heart
In a chair well-worn with worry
She sat drained of life
Slumped by the weight of her meaninglessness
Powerless and alone
September 6, 2019
I feel this poem captures the spirit of human loneliness in its portrayal.
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