On my Own

I walk the streets
with nobody to hold my hand
or lay on my shoulder

The patter of gentle rain
creates marks or wetness on my clothes
the rags are soon soaked by sorrow

The chill of darkness
envelopes my weary bones
and freezes my skin

I lay in a corner
shuddering and shaking
until dawn comes once more

My hair lies gently over my eyes
as I squint
and see someone

I am no longer
by myself
with you there

Yet as you sit
I am still
trapped far within my thoughts

As you comfort
I am still
on my own

Author's Note

The song "On my Own" from Les Miserables inspired the title but I thought of the words and poem on my own (haha). I hope you enjoy. Please leave a review!
Best regards,
Dell

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

I am a sucker for alliteration and rhythm and both are represented here in full force. And I'm not quite sure why but I find rhythmic flow to be more effective in darker works than happy works, which may or may not fly in the face of literary logic. I'm always hesitant to speculate on the degree of autobiography in a writer's work, so however real or fictional this speaker may be, I wish him the best and am confident he will find the comfort he desires^^

[Phillitup]

Thanks!

[kublakhan27]

No problem^^

[Falling Leaf.]

Wow, this is another beautiful one. That last stanza was the punch--you're not alone, but you're lonely. I felt the chill of the rain as it pattered against your skin. Beautiful images. Exquisite!

Adieu!

[Phillitup]

Thank you!