Alone In a Big, Bright World

Alone, alone and watching the midnight full moon
 
Alone, alone and carrying a curse that should feel like a boon
 
Alone, alone in a lonely house and peering into the wintry, foggy gloom
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is a loon.
 
 
 
Alone, alone and staring into the fire
 
Alone, alone and sinking, into the bog, into the mire
 
Alone, alone in the heart of the woods and watching a burning pyre
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is a liar.
 
 
 
Alone, alone and looking into my soul
 
Alone, alone and knowing, never can I fill this hole
 
Alone, alone in a dark void and surviving without a goal
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is not whole.
 
 
 
Alone, alone and standing, facing the sea
 
Alone, alone and not knowing what might be
 
Alone, alone in the darkness and feeling it creeping over me
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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