Solitude?

I really would like to go upstairs and get one of my delicious, freshly baked muffins; however, all the lights are out and I'm afraid of being alone in the dark. :( Going hungry tonight!!




I do miss people and feel silly for missing them after so short a time. People just make my writing ... better. It's hard to write about people when there aren't any around.

"Unmarked grave"

slouched on the rock surface
of the basement floor since sunrise, attempting
to write my future by sifting
through: the past.
Ancient pages slip forth, words
release
into my haven, dragging their scars
anew--the trails wafting images of
yesterday,
of last Year.

Curled on the basement floor,
without the voice of my present,
without the ghost of a future.
Mourning:

alone, in the shadow
of a Prayer.


(c) Kellie Parkinson Jan 4, 2009.