Solitude

Originally published on Triond

It seems time has numbed
The wind has missed whispering
The sky is yellow, burning golden bright
Burning my within to dead ashes
Vulnerable, stony, I am a cadaver
Being without you is a sin
Now, the heat has stopped
The sun seemingly pacified
The breeze cajoling the trees
It’s just started to rain inside
You are gone
Yes, you are gone.