A Poem by Annie Ale

Night has come,

The light has dimmed to blackness.

In the corner

She sits

And cries silently

So no one may hear.

She blows her nose softly,

Dabs her eyes,

Then takes the cold compress

To press against her skin

So no one will know.

Her attempts are futile

As the tears roll down her cheeks,

Into the corners of her mouth,

Off her chin,

And soak her shirt.

Remnants of a past

That no longer is. 

As she exerts a lack of motion to hide the pain,

She mourns the absence of movement,

For in the end,

Either way,

She is still alone.

© 2013 Annie Ale

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Very well written hits the rawness that loneliness brings!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Annie Ale

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much! I was in a really dark place at that point.

7 Years Ago

Hope you in a brighter location now ...
I liked this poem. I especially like the last 5 lines.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on February 21, 2013
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Annie Ale
Annie Ale

Des Moines, IA

I am primarily a poet, but I also write stories, and have my own Facebook page for The Story Mechanist, which has contests and goes to events to encourage others to write their stories. I use writi.. more..

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