Solitude
So alone.
Cold now.
I lie here waiting for the heavens.
I do not fear death,
I fear isolation.
Frantic searches through the phonebook produced nothing;
No one is coming for me.
A camera is the source of the only memories
I have left;
Flashes of perfection clutched now in desperation.
Heart stops.
An egregious lunge toward bedside table,
Past tissue for prescription.
A sorrowful old man
With sorrowful news,
I am not well.
I desire someone to tell,
Anyone.
Such luxuries desert me.
I lie here waiting for the heavens.
Cold now.
So alone.
So alone.
Cold now.
I lie here waiting for the heavens.
I do not fear death,
I fear isolation.
Frantic searches through the phonebook produced nothing;
No one is coming for me.
A camera is the source of the only memories
I have left;
Flashes of perfection clutched now in desperation.
Heart stops.
An egregious lunge toward bedside table,
Past tissue for prescription.
A sorrowful old man
With sorrowful news,
I am not well.
I desire someone to tell,
Anyone.
Such luxuries desert me.
I lie here waiting for the heavens.
Cold now.
So alone.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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