Alone
The clouds race through,
The inky night sky.
The wind blasts cold and chill,
Through the whispering leaves of trees.
The moon rises in ghostly splendour,
Subduing the light of the stars.
I stand alone.
Can the moon so bright see,
Tears that cannot come?
Can the clouds so swift,
Hear my silent weeping?
Is the wind, so chill,
As cold as my broken spirit?
I am alone.
Copyright © Evan Griffin | Year Posted 2015
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