Tomorrow rains through
Yesterday's sunshine
and today
Im still alone.
Im staring at these queer
surroundings
a place you call
my home.
I look out my window
into the darkening sky.
I sit and pray to God above.
I dry my soft damp eyes.
But I am still alone.
How strange this site that
greets my eye
through the opened window.
The red moon rises through
the dead white snow.
Yet, I am still alone.
The night owls hoot
and wolves howl their wistful,
sad love songs.
A soft cold breeze fills my lungs,
freezing my blood,
My heart feels withered and old.
Still I feel alone
I sit,
and hear,
and see,
and feel...
... Still sitting here.
I am all alone.
(An eternal alone)
Copyright 2005 Natelle Kruse
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