Alone

Anger and frustration loom over me.

I see hate, I see rage,

I see hopelessness.

When shall what I love most seek me first, and never last.

When shall my embers be quenched, and my colors show?

Clearly I deserve good, but wrong was I to think such a thing.

What I have lost will never be found; this is the truth I have known, and this is the truth I will live with.

I am alone.

Author Notes: Don’t be a wretch like me.

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