Tuesday, September 13, 2022

Alone

 A lone wolf in a foreign world, lost.

Thoughts become a tornado,

Spinning in circles, dizzy,

Sad silence seeps through, alone inside.

The hurricane within screams and whistles,

Till it crashes, burns and dies.

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