Left Alone...
Damián Antón-Ojeda
Desolate... alone... cold...
Cries of pain and emptiness and somber loneliness
Screaming into the serenity of a desolate forest
As desolate as me
Where no one can hear me
No one has ever heard my pain
My sorrow
Falling into the blue serenity, I'm so cold
Mourning trees hang
Branches cry...
The rain caresses my face, as tears fall, and my voice quivers
It hurts... so much...
