Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

Alone

He sits,
Looks around him,
The place is empty,
A void of life,
Besides his own,
An eerie silence,
Can’t be heard,
He is alone.

Blink of an eye,
A light appears,
Growing,
Brighter,
Bigger,
Stronger,

He shields his eyes,
He is blinded by the light,
What colour, I cannot tell,
I’m blinded as well,
Light grows weaker,
There she is,
A girl about his height,
Long, wild brown hair,
Green eyes, with Hazel mixed,
A smile from up above,
Her hair smells of a desert Island,
Her skin soft to touch!

He blinks his eyes,
She is not there,
No-where to be seen,
Was she a figment of his imagination?
An image from his mind,
He does not know,
But he does care.

He sits,
Looks around him,
The place is empty,
A void of life,
Besides his own,
An eerie silence,
Can’t be heard,
He is alone.
Thinking about the girl.

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