Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Milt Montague


in the predawn dark
sleep impossible
night is endless

I am alone… alone
wretchedly alone
in a barren void
desperate to find
another soul

hear another voice
to contravene the emptiness
to confirm my reality
to know I am alive
not just a phantom
existing in my own head

a spectral voice echoing
until judgement day
in a barren cave
a deserted windswept moor
please… someone
please…. anyone
answer me ?


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