I walk alone. I walk alone. I'm
stranded. I have no cell phone service and even if I did, I have no one to call. I walk alone. I walk alone. There's not a soul in sight. Not even a soul-less person. I walk alone. I walk alone. A tumble weed
scratches the asphalt as it makes its journey across the
lifeless street. I walk alone. I walk alone. All of the shops are
empty. Windows cracked. A sad song by an artist I can not name mumbles out of an
abandoned radio. I walk alone. I walk alone. The wind is a
bitter symphony, a constant reminder of those who never had faith in me. Those who wanted to hold me back. Congratulations. You won. I walk alone. I walk alone. The clouds become swollen and black. Rain pours. Lightning
crashes, illuminating the skeletons of old, worn down cars no one loves anymore. I walk alone. I walk alone. My heart grows heavy with the
burden of regret. All those times I should have told them I loved them and never did. I walk alone. I walk alone. My mind is filled with the memories of all those I judged too quickly. We
could have been friends. Best friends. I walk alone. I walk alone. My clothes are
worn out. Beyond repair. I wish I could go back and make things right.
I walk alone.
I walk alone.
Not a soul. Not even a soul-less person. Ha. It's like someone (even a bad someone) is better than no one.
ReplyDeleteThe wind= a bitter symphony. Great line.
I like how you changed the size of some of the words. It added to the piece.