Alone

Lonered

Alone

All alone

Here

with myself.

My lonesome dove.

me standing tall

and asking for 

a hand to hold.

How long until 

I fall?

I guess time will tell.

The hair it falls 

into my face

into my mouth,

the dry tips

brush my lips 

and linger in 

my throat.

It is long

and it hangs me at night.

It wraps itself around my throat

when I thrash and turn.

The nightmares

They are my company.

They wake me up 

Thank God

My arms in the air

and screaming.

All alone.