Poetry

Most Alone

“In the chaos of my darkness,
I feel as though no light can truly exist.
Except you.”

In the chaos of my darkness, I feel as though no light can truly exist in this same existence. As if a black hole has encased me. And I am caught in its pull. But there’s one exception. You. You have always been a glimmer off in the distance. Yet the bleariness of my sleepless eyes loses sight of you from time to time. It’s then that I feel most alone.

© Sarah Dougyhty

But I know I’m never really alone.

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