Challenge
Write whatever you like, but it has to be about dealing with soul-crushing loneliness
Alone
The sky is blue,
the birds are singing,
the flowers are blooming,
I am alone.
The tree's have full foliage,
the birds now have children,
the sweet sent of pollen wafts through the air,
and I am alone.
The trees are changing,
fruit is ripening
the flowers stopped blowing,
I am alone.
The sky is dark,
the trees are bare,
the birds have flown away,
and I am truly,
Alone.
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