Alone – Maria Melillo Jones

ALONE

Alone I stand on my own two feet,

To fight the demons within the deep.

Asleep I fall, in search of someone to hear me weep.

 

Three brothers, which I share by blood.

Solemn, overprotecting and shadowing, the name from mud.

 

Alone I stand, I walk, I run.

No one behind, not even a ghost to soothe my gloom

 

Days are long, nights are a struggle,

I fight to survive the family trouble.

 

Between the three boys I feel as a clone,

I walk, run, and cry alone.

 

I have overgrown pain and distress,

the family feud, despaired, and crude.

 

“Going back home is a place to be,

with bitter sorrow, in search of clarity”.

 

Home is a place your heart should be,

when gasping for a breath of serenity.