Alone
The birds are chirping, the sun is beaming
Why is today so very frightening
It is a day like any other,
No reason to feel this ugly quiver
Am I alone, can no one feel?
This nasty pain that feels so real
Am I able to carry on?
Or do I wait but nothing comes.
It makes no sense to trap ourselves
No sense to care for someone else
Love is a trap for one and all,
All of our creatures great or small
The sun will shine, the birds will sing
Again tomorrow, or so it seems
A lonely moment by a lonely soul
Really makes no…no difference at all.
©Elisabeth Dubois
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