I sit here staring out.
Staring out at the world.
I’m all alone, with no one
To care and keep me near.
I watch the sun scratch
It’s way through the blue
To be suffocated by clouds.
The wind grabs at me,
It’s like walking down Main Street
With homeless beggars
Ripping at your flesh.
It tingles at the tips of
Your nerves like death
On a star.
I watch the world go by
My window. I’m all alone.
All alone in a world
Populated with walking zombies.
With infected wounds and
Gushing blood, with
Knives and bullets through
Their skulls.
It scars the living daylight
Out of me. I curl up in
A ball of fear.
I fear of being alone.
Alone is what I am.
Bronwyn Bell
Copyright © 2004 Bronwyn Theresa Bell
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Written April 19th, 2004
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Well that's pretty much how i feel right now! This is an excellent poem, i was impressed by all of it; it fit together nicely and the depth and description was awesome - but one bit drew me most of all: 'I watch the sun scratch
It’s way through the blue
To be suffocated by clouds.' WoW. That's so damn pretty.
Wonderful
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