All Alone
All Alone
silence, worse still
the echoes of my own thoughts
voices cascading
endless drumming
senses strain to see
hear, know another here
amid the cavern of wanting
infantile cries
and, yet, i know
more than breath
within the contractions of my heart
another is with me
relief.
silence, worse still
the echoes of my own thoughts
voices cascading
endless drumming
senses strain to see
hear, know another here
amid the cavern of wanting
infantile cries
and, yet, i know
more than breath
within the contractions of my heart
another is with me
relief.