Phase

Alone

The sound of being alone.
The noise of sinking into the sand.
Listening to a muted tone.
Reaching out to an imaginary hand.
Alone is the world flying by.
Lonely acoustics echoing in the Michigan sky.
Alone is judgement.
Alone is me.
Alone is strength.
Alone is free.
Touching wavelengths of my own decision.
Such velocity it could break loneliness from its very prison.
Alone is a tranquil scent.
Pleasant spring air undoubtedly heaven sent.
Alone is that special nostalgic place where memories reside.
You are the only one who can visit this place deep inside.
Alone through the seasons.
Alone in our rooms.
Alone through your reasons.
Alone in our tombs.
Resurface through the endless rivers and forgive your past.
Sad and morbid, Beautiful and happy yet hard to recall because life is to fast.
On a vast wall we are only a splash of paint.
Traveling lightyears to discover a place that is perfectly quaint.
Alone.
Not even a home to go.
Dreaming of clouds where waterfalls flow.
Yet nights breath leaves me tortured and restless. 
Eruptions of resentment, fatigued and breathless.
The morning's are empty; thoughts are excruciating but I'll soon be exhumed.
Fleeing from distractions that have kept me so doomed.
Alone in this war.
Alone through the cries.
Alone mi amor.
Alone as I rise.

                Written By: Dayne M. Rohn