Imagine being alone
Here
In this room
All on your own
No hope
No one will appear
No expectations
The door won’t creak
Resigned
Ready
Aware
Of the quiet
Of the unspoken whisper
Of the unbroken peace
Of your own heartbeat
The only sound
In your head
And the traffic underneath
The door untouched
Air unruffled
By breath, smell, voice
Imagine
Being alone
Forsaken and forlorn
Would you still yearn for peace
Dream of quiet
Far away
Gone
Alone…
© 2017 Erna G.
Welcome.
I’m Erna, the writer and creator behind this space. I’m a creative business owner, lifelong lover of words, and a devoted cat lady. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of my work, and here you’ll find my poems, book reviews, retellings of old myths, and glimpses into my own books and writing journey.
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My poetry collection Beneath the Surface revolves around the secrets, weaknesses, and monsters that creep beneath the surface of the everyday existence. Go here to learn more!
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