Alone-This Is My Friend's Poem.
Darker than an endless abyss, stretches my misery.
With no one to stop me I feel like death might not be so terrible.
The pain would be nothing, compared to the life I’m forced to live.
Nothing could be worse than knowing that no one cares of your existence.
My footpath is absent and invisible to me but seems so clear to everyone else.
Could someone lead me back to my trail?
No… because I am isolated from the rest of the world.
My future is black and gloomy.
Blacker than the darkest of nights.
Darker than the blackest pitch.
And no one is here to save me from my despair… because I’m alone.
I see, but I only see the suffocating darkness threatening to choke me.
I hear, but I only hear the despair in my own voice.
I feel, but I only feel sorrow for being so secluded.
I taste, but I only taste the bitterness of my life.
I smell, but I only smell the pungent aroma of my death.
Death is close…lurking in the shadows, for I can hear, smell, taste, see, and smell it... oh so near.
At least death will be my solace…hopefully then I will have this loneliness purged from my dying spirit.
Maybe there is hope in the afterlife…if only gods existed.
I can only wish that a supernatural being will understand my sorrow… but they won’t… because I’m alone.
I can only hope as I draw my last shaky breath…
By Allison Shurden
With no one to stop me I feel like death might not be so terrible.
The pain would be nothing, compared to the life I’m forced to live.
Nothing could be worse than knowing that no one cares of your existence.
My footpath is absent and invisible to me but seems so clear to everyone else.
Could someone lead me back to my trail?
No… because I am isolated from the rest of the world.
My future is black and gloomy.
Blacker than the darkest of nights.
Darker than the blackest pitch.
And no one is here to save me from my despair… because I’m alone.
I see, but I only see the suffocating darkness threatening to choke me.
I hear, but I only hear the despair in my own voice.
I feel, but I only feel sorrow for being so secluded.
I taste, but I only taste the bitterness of my life.
I smell, but I only smell the pungent aroma of my death.
Death is close…lurking in the shadows, for I can hear, smell, taste, see, and smell it... oh so near.
At least death will be my solace…hopefully then I will have this loneliness purged from my dying spirit.
Maybe there is hope in the afterlife…if only gods existed.
I can only wish that a supernatural being will understand my sorrow… but they won’t… because I’m alone.
I can only hope as I draw my last shaky breath…
By Allison Shurden