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What is thew sound of alone?

How does it feel and what is it's color?

How far is the chasm between here and there, from one world to the other?

I hear the sound of alone

It rings in my ears, it dances in my heart

Why does a caged bird weep?

What hidden mystery does the cuckoo ring?

Why oh why do we keep him like that, locked away?

And then he sings, because he wants to fly and singing is close

Almost there

Sing, cuckoo nu, sing cuckoo, sing cuckoo

We take words from other peoples' poems

We tell stories that aren't understood

We tell them, alone, for ourselves

In the vacuum, in the black hole, that is the sound of silence

What is the sound of alone?

At least, we say, we loved

And it is good to love, even from far away

Loving a person that no longer wants to be the person he promised he was

I hate the sound of alone

I hate the blood ripping out of my heart

I want to bleed a different way

I want to bleed in a different color, and I want my blood to sing

I want my blood and scars to speak for me

Because my mouth is taped shut with duct tape

And I don't really feel like speaking either

But I have this razor

And the fat and blood and skin tearing apart, that is the sound of alone.

I hate that sound.

Reviews

[Ranger Kessel]

I know the sound of alone and I don't like it. This is wonderfully expressive and rI can relate. You are a great writer