Hi! This is actually Part One of a two-part poem, but the beauty of it is that they don't have to be read together. They both make sense on their own. Part Two is called Footsteps. Part Two: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1277349491 This first one is about when you feel like the whole world has just turned its back on you and you feel alone and isolated. It's about how sometimes, even if people look ok, or the unpopular person sitting by themselves is just tradition to everyone else, big and painful things can be happening to that person. If you read my poems, try and click the green flag before you read them - that's the only way they can get views and I'd love to see how many of you read my work! Thanks. Please give feedback and please read part two! Poem Number Ten
Alone. That's how I feel most days, A solo silhouette against the sunset sky, Just a singular figure Against the horizon of my immediate future. Alone. I look around me, No-one is there, Not a soul. But what else could I expect, Because I know no-one is with me right now. Alone. Though to the outside world, I look nonplussed, Like I couldn't care less that no-one is there, To see me, To laugh with me, To want to be in my company. But this is all a facade. Alone. The last thing I want to be, But is just the truth, The hard truth, That drags tears from my eyes And clenches my stomach With the cold fist Of solidarity. Alone. Abandoned. Apart from the world. Will I ever hear the footsteps Of another being that actually makes the conscious choice To visit me? I listen, I wait, But I don't hear anything. Because I am Truly, Completely, Alone.
