Alone.

Alone
By: Aschia Johnson

All alone in this empty deserted place.
Both your hands I no longer feel.
In the end my regret is to take the blame.
Consequence of my fallen ideal.
As all the colorful wind escapes me.
Songs of green I can no longer hear.
Though you're watching over me so silently.
I know that you are here.
Your voice calls my name.
My silent call falls so faint.
The glass muting the sound waves.
Your smile I crave.