I look around and realize I am alone.
Suddenly panic settles in:
Everyone I thought cared is gone.
No friends, no family, not even a stranger
Are close enough to hear my cries.
My life is a desolate desert
With tears flooding my eyes.
I scream but my voice echos back.
Life has lost all reason and rhyme.
Then suddenly I stop and realize
Throughout life, I've been alone the whole time.
1998
2 comments:
Ultimately, it comes down to this: we are all alone. Completely and utterly alone. The thing is to not be lonely.
We learned this . . . the hard way. Over and over again, in so many ways and things.
We learned this in the Marine Corps: when you are truly facing old man Death: you are alone. No matter who is holding your hand.
And we have learned as a survivor: we are alone at it; only we can chose to survive and thrive. Being 'me' means being alone - and sometimes 'lonely', despite the souls in my mind.
This post echoes my thoughts in so many ways.
---Damyanti, Co-host A to Z Challenge April 2012
Twitter: @AprilA2Z
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