There is nothing
like the click,
the sound of a lighter
in the darkest of the night,
when the world
has fallen
asleep.
There is nothing
like the cold wind,
autumn's kiss,
when the moon hides away,
and there is no one.
A precious freedom,
to which I grasp,
choking the life away
when no one can see.
Isolation,
self inflicted,
in its truest form.
There is nothing
like the emptiness
of being alone.
Comments
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I really like how well it fits with itself.
The title I initially thought was a bit of a misnomer for the poem contained within. I was somewhat wrong after a bit of thought about it, however, as it suits well with the descriptiveness of "alone."
I also really appreciated the imagery used to achieve the description, it makes it stand out that much more.
In particular, the lone word, "isolation" with its following phrases was brilliant.
Wonderful job.
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Wow.
This is true, there is nothing colder and more empty than the truth of being alone.
This is Beautiful.
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