Alone
Alone,
Alone.
I am alone.
Not a friend in the world,
No one to listen,
No one to care.
No one.
I am alone.
Stuck in the quiet aloneness.
I used to enjoy quiet solitude,
Grateful to have my time alone.
But that was before everyone left,
Before you left.
I am alone.
Truly,
Utterly,
Alone.
Alone brings a new definition to quiet,
I thought I knew what “quiet” sounded like.
Perhaps I was wrong.
No, this isn’t right.
This isn’t “quiet”;
This is silence.
There is no ring,
No buzz,
Just silence.
True silence.
I can’t even hear myself think,
The silence silencing my thoughts.
Has silence ever been this silent?
I can feel my heart pounding,
I can see it beating out of my chest.
Why can’t I hear it?
Why can’t I hear the storm,
The heater above me,
My own breathing?
The sound of the world has left me too.
The silence is deafening.
The more I think of how alone I am,
The louder the silence becomes.
I feel my heart beat even faster,
My breath getting heavier.
I feel my vocal cords vibrating,
My mouth moving,
Yet I hear nothing.
Nothing.
Silence.
Deafening silence.
Sound has left me too.
Giving me only silence as company.
Silence,
My only friend.
I begin to hit any and everything I can
Just to make some sound.
Nothing.
No clank,
No click,
No clack.
Silence.
I think I start to scream,
I can feel my vocal cords vibrating,
Fighting.
My throat begins to feel raw, I stop.
I hear nothing.
I can feel the silence
Entering every single pore of my body.
I cover my ears,
Wishing for my thoughts
That I onces begged to go away,
To come back to me;
To comfort me.
My wish can’t be heard,
The silence is too loud.
I feel myself scream again,
Nobody can hear me.
I am alone.
I am alone.
Alone.
I am alone with silence.
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