Alone
Alone is when the music stops and the reality sets in. it is when the fire ceases to crackle and the wind starts singing as the sneaky winter creeps. It is when the cold bitter night roam the streets and the trees start bleeding leaves.
When the warmth and comfort of friends fade in the clearest of days only to be found in the darkest part of our heart reserved to be displayed as kindness to the ever gazing eyes of society.
It’s when there are a thousand hands reaching but choosing none, for none of them feel just as warm as the one you long for.
It when you pray the sun doesn’t throw it self-back to the sea and you don’t find refugee behind the closed curtains of your eye lids, for all the good it will do is to remind you of what used be.
Time flies and days go by but you stay stagnant, like a broken hour glass bleeding itself to death. You wear the shiny armor of a geek to find amusement in board games for ones and zeros are the only thing that makes sense to you.
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Copyright © Luthando Nzimakwe | Year Posted 2026
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