Alone - A poem.

I strolled alone on the street called sad. 
Where tall mansions depressions, beautifully painted, stares at me shaking its head it seems to say gloom.

I walked alone on the path called death
Oh how much peace I felt inwards.
Quiet it was with sweet breeze splashing my face, it feels like home, I'll pitch my tent! 

I lived alone in the house called loneliness.
Wishing my bed can talk and the walls be friends.  Those dumb things be staring at me, not even a word to keep me busy! 

I whine alone on the path called gloom
My eyes blurry I see no one
Cheeks on fire on tears so hot. 
Sobs choking so I just can't talk! 

#PenScribbling
© Zoe Chines (2019)