Poem: All Alone.

Our Love was empty,

and devoid of hope.

_____________________

It lacked intrigue,

Like traveling on

A straight road.

_____________________

In my heart

Was a hole;

I wrongly thought

Your love could

Make me whole.

_____________________

Darkness was my

Sweet abode,

As I deliriously

Waited

For you to come home.

_____________________

But.

Even as you

Held me close,

You were not with me,

I was all alone.

_____________________

Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2018.

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