Challenge
Alone
"Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym." (Stephen King) Prose or poetry.
ALONE
There was no breast from which to suckle
There was no hand to pat my back
There was no counting during hide-and-seek
Of playdates and parties I did not speak
There was no aisle to walk down
No hand for me to hold
At breakfast and at super
My heart grew hard and cold
In daylight and in darkness
My own breath sounds filled my ears
At twilight and at sunset
At the solitude I cursed
And when the end of life drew near
Reflection my only goal
I looked in the rearview mirror
Dark and Empty met my eyes
Relationships I had not known
I had wasted all my time
When at the pearly gates I stood
I knocked but no one answered
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Were nowhere to be found
Through eternity I would venture
Unescorted in the clouds
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