Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

February 4, 2007

Solitude in Solitude

by Jessica

The wind becomes a raging blow
whipping at my feet
the ground begins to sink below
at your eyes show their heat

The flowers turn into the dust
slowly fading away
holding back the tears of joy
that you will never get to see

The hurt is there behind the stone
searching for the root
wishing to destroy its exsistance
hoping to forever be alone

The wind calms and then she sees
the burning light of everything
that everyone could be
the hopes and dreams that were destroyed

She faces another day somehow
still searching for the why
and if it was to go away
then she would be alone
happily, happily alone

But she is already alone
except of course for the wind
and the dust
and the never fading memories
of nothing

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