Alone & Afraid
© Alexandra Palombit
on the blackest of mornings, you cried you’d fell from grace,
and, I watched the darkness cover the last burning flame
felt the pieces crash to the floor...
and, I tried to pick you up, tried to put the pieces back
but, your ship had already gone. there was nothing left to mend.
so, I watched you sail away into the storm,
drop the anchor in the middle and let hell wash itself over you
through the cotton, through your veins, through the storm.
and, now you’re alone... and, now you're afraid.
