Title: Alone
by Hannah from Bedfordshire | in writing, poetry
Outcast.
Alone.
I stand silently.
The rain my only companion.
It hides my tears.
And washes me from the world.
Crying.
Blank.
My eyes are flat and dead.
Now and then a salty traitor escapes.
When I stand in a crowd, no one sees me.
People walk over me like a faceless paving stone.
Anguish.
Sorrow.
I may as well vanish.
Pain is invisible to people.
Their mindless chatter fills my ears,
As I drown in my sadness.
Peace.
Love.
Finally, someone found me.
Pulled me out of the pit of darkness.
They held my hand, freed my tears.
At last I am human.
At last I am
Loved.
Just came to me - it was the thing that broke my writer's block!
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