FOREVER ALONE
By Via Marie B. Ramas
The balmy wind that breezes past – cold.
Sunless, inky gray skies – colorless.
The barren leaves on an old oak tree – sad.
A flowerless vase – useless.
A tasteless meal – bland.
Dull floral print on a sundress – uninteresting.
A lone slipper without its pair – lonely.
Without you my life would be cold.
Colorless.
Sad.
Useless.
Bland.
Uninteresting.
Lonely.
Without you I’m forever alone. Forever alone.
A ghost of you is all that’s left.
Nothing left but memories – haunting.
Nothing left of you to touch.
Nothing left of you to see.
Nothing left of you to feel.
Without you I’m forever alone – with nothing left of you to touch.
See.
Feel.
It haunts me.
Forever alone. Forever alone.
(So I wrote this poem for my literature class last month. It’s an original. Tahaha)
