Alone

Alone

Alone

Alone under the wild, wide weather

Being taken care of, like a feather

Alone under the tiring, turbulent tree

Being haunted and praised by Mystery

Found happiness in the abstract

Too vague, too odd, can’t extract

Alone at birth, alone till death

Alone at every resounding breath

I grow and bend, that’s my choice

Impure with a very vicious voice

But I admire and appreciate the fame

Of the person who is just The Same.

I see the scorn in every smirk

Of those who read this piece of work

I implore thee not to hate my tone

In my head I hear a constant drone

For I am just alone, alone



4 thoughts on “Alone” by Emmanuella Nduonofit (@Emmanuella-Nduonofit)

  1. Alone and sad, and no I’m not smirking. You write good.

  2. Emmanuella Nduonofit (@Emmanuella-Nduonofit)

    Thank you, Myne.

  3. i love it
    i love it
    i love it
    wrote something similar to tis recently and i have to tell it.you are gud.

  4. Good work. Keep writing whenever you are alone.

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