Thursday, February 17, 2011

it's only me and i walk alone.

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.

1 comment:

  1. Not a soul. Not even a soul-less person. Ha. It's like someone (even a bad someone) is better than no one.

    The wind= a bitter symphony. Great line.

    I like how you changed the size of some of the words. It added to the piece.

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