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Far from you

Poetry

Alice thought she knew what solitude was. Her mother-gone. Her father- remarried with a new born daughter Now. . . Trapped in the icy i brace of a deadly snowstorm, Alice faces the true meaning of loneliness But hope may not be as far away as s...

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by deepthoughts23

by deepthoughts23

Day four

We're alone
with only
the cold
and dark
to keep us
company.

I know them
so well now,
they're like
old friends.

Familiar.

Old friends
who have stayed
too long
and need to go.

I wish
the angle
would have stayed.

For a second,
I felt warmth.
I felt safe.
I felt love
as she whispered
my name,
"Alice,"
and floated
toward me
before she
disappeared.

Was I dreaming?
Hoping?
Hallucinating?

So hungry.
So tired.

Cold.

I look out the window,
and although it's dark,
the moon
illuminates the scene
as if faraway
floodlight
is hung
from the sky.

So much whiteness.
Everywhere.

Come back,
angle.

Let us fly
away
from
here.

Please,
come back.