As I sit alone at my window,
The road is bare -
Drier than a desert.
No light can be seen for miles,
Not a single star to light up the sky,
Setting every molecule aflame.
From here you can't see Jupiter,
Nor Uranus, Saturn, or Mars -
Even though I'm the only one to notice.
Stuck alone in this bubble,
Lightless and airless,
Struggling to breathe.
Nobody can hear me -
Not through this thickened,
Darkened shell.
Everything I say bounces off the walls,
The ricochet louder,
Growing louder as my chest contracts.
Vision growing blurry,
Feeling the heat on my face -
The fire beginning to die down.
Flames become embers,
Embers become ash,
As I sit alone at my window.
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K47 Poetry Book
PoetryJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
