Alone
Alone I sit in the dark,
waiting to hear something like a dog’s bark.
Alone I am in my world and silent
but I don’t know if I will go violent .
I wait in the dark world to see a light
but all I see are dark figures in a fight.
The darkness around me is cooled and bitter,
but it’s too late for me to get out since all I see is a blur.
My eyes have gone to a blur for me,
but will I get out barely.
Starting to think I must be a lonely wolf in the world
just trying to find a way out of my own under-world.
I’m just alone in my world and can’t see anything but a blur and only can hear,
but it feels like to me it’s been a year.
But towards the end of me being trapped I still was alone,
And alone to me feels like I have a broken bone.
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