Alone

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Cambodia

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.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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