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All alone

I stand in the crowd

By Huzaifa MalikPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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All alone
Photo by Jan Krepčík on Unsplash

All alone, I stand in the crowd.
All aground, I travel the oceans.
All adrift, I'm stuck in the bog.
All afresh, I'm back in the stale memories of a wasted past.

All aflame, I freeze in the cold recesses of my soul.
All afloat, I founder in the green depths of the still lake.
All accursed, I stand blessed in the temple within.
All asunder, I huddle deep into myself.

All asleep, I wake to legions of false shadows.
All aglow, I blunder amongst the empty darkness.
All aflight, I crash into the dense undergrowth of the deep woods beneath.
All across, I turn back and see myself back where I began.

sad poetry
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