30 May 2012
The moonlight lit up my weary face, Which was filled with disgust and disgrace. I walked at a slow and feeble pace, I was a just a hopeless, lost case.
My clothing had enveloped me, I didn't know I'd got so tiny. I thought that running would set me free, But I stood there lost and lonely.
I cowered in a cold doorway, How I got there, I could not say. I'd forgotten everything, even the day, And so I curled up, there I lay.
I wish I hadn't left my home, I thought I'd get by all alone. I was tough, made of stone. But now I'm dying on my own.
Alone • Opuss № I