Alone

Night has come,

The light has dimmed to blackness.

In the corner

She sits

And cries silently

So no one may hear.

She blows her nose softly,

Dabs her eyes,

Then takes the cold compress

To press against her skin

So no one will know.

Her attempts are futile

As the tears roll down her cheeks,

Into the corners of her mouth,

Off her chin,

And soak her shirt.

Remnants of a past

That no longer is. 

As she exerts a lack of motion to hide the pain,

She mourns the absence of movement,

For in the end,

Either way,

She is still alone.

Reviews

[ANM]

Very well written hits the rawness that loneliness brings!

[Annie Ale]

Thank you so much! I was in a really dark place at that point.

[ANM]

Hope you in a brighter location now ...

[Annie]

I liked this poem. I especially like the last 5 lines.