Alone

Utterly depressing poetry that I penned in a state of absolute self-pity eons ago and just found lying around in the scrap heap that is my room.....

On a night bereft of starlight
In a forest bare as bone
I walk alone

At the edge of a yawning chasm
Looking down at jagged stone
I stand alone

In liquid seas without water
Nowhere in sight of home
I float alone

In the dark smithy of my mind
With naught but grief to hone
I forge alone

A funeral dirge without a rhythm
With sharp discordant tone
I sing alone

Used abused and tossed aside
By those that I once called my own
I cry alone

In a world without understanding
Not a soul will hear me moan
I’ll die alone