Michael Erickson- Alone

Photo by Michael Erickson

I feel a stranger to my own shadow.

Upon a highway seldom traveled

The road stretches on devoid of life.

Dare I look behind to see regret’s form

Singular is my being just me on this open road.

I would cry out, but my voice has gone hoarse from screaming

Dried up are my tears, never to be cried again.

Emotion is my abrasive companion

As a friend that cares only for himself.

There is no person in this unending place

Just My thoughts knocking against the sky.

If I laid down upon the broken ground

My bones would crack and wither to dust.

Freed would I be, from this torment and Life

But alas there will be no end, no releases.

Just an infinity of me, being alone.


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.


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