EXPOSED AND ALONE -Poetry
- Stephanie Daich
- Feb 26, 2024
- 1 min read
There was hope we clung to often.
A pillar of strength! To hold us up.
At nightfall, when the darkness entered,
Moving, consuming, we stood alone.
The hope was swallowed; the starlight diminished.
Where was the hope that carried us often?
An empty void. Exposed and open.
Raw and real.
All alone.
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Exposed and Alone
by Stephanie Daich
