I walked the beaches...
Alone.
I ran through the forest..
Alone.
I dreamed that I would be...
Alone.
I see nothing...
But hope for something
Will come.
That my nightmares,
Tragedies will come to an end.
My climax is to tell my story.
I have so much to tell.
So many stories.
But I have no one
No one to tell.

From one alone poet to another ~

Alone

As I stood there
Looking at his body
Surrounded by family
I realized my utter
Loneliness.

Everybody seemed
To be paired
But I was alone ~
I was lost
I felt impaired.

I longed for you
But you weren't there
I tried to imagine ~
It just wasn't fair.

To be in a room
Full of people
But yet be so
Completely alone ~
What a scary thought,
What a sad feeling -
That this soul had to be
All alone.
(c)2001 CB717

good poetry.

apparently we are all alone together
we seem to be 'real' or searching for it
so i guess we aren't really as alone as
we might have first thought
anyways - works for me - thanx

From another alone poet. This was written a while ago


Within

What type of person hides cold and alone,
Pain eating inside, face carved out of stone?
Wilted and gagged, bound maybe dead
Soon to be perished upon a soft bed

Within, a youth shines for nobody’s eye
Outward; menacing, but longing to cry.
Hiding by one’s self, alone yet not lonely,
Until superficial laughs draw out the only

Broken wings drowned in cold ice,
Trying to break free of reality’s vice
Screaming for attention within their head
Yet mute is their lips, nothing voiced or said.

What type of person hides cold and alone?
My pain eats at me, my face carved out of stone.
But deep inside, my eyes tell a strange tale
About someone who will break and is willing to fail.