Thursday, December 4, 2014

Lonely

As I walk down the narrow street,
I could feel the stones aching my feet.
I can hear echoes of someone humming.
In my mind I say, "I'm coming."
The further I get, there's no one there.
I feel the wind blowing through my hair.
Again, the further I get there's no one there.
I stop, my body is still telling me to go on.
I take two more steps and I realize I'm lonely.

Out, alone, and lonely.

No one here, but me.
Again, I cry,

"I'm lonely!"

 -Chandler