Alone to be
and not one other to see
for miles across this land.

Is there a reason
for this act of treason;
an answer, I demand.

I cry out loudly
both polite and profoundly
yet there is nothing to hear.

My heart starts to ache
as I begin to shiver and shake.
To live my life in fear.

Is there not a friend
or is this the end
of all life in existence?

Am I alive, but not well
or have I gone to hell?
For all I have is silence.

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