Alone in the dark of night
No thoughts of a future in sight
Life is drab and thoroughly sad
So scared of the things daily life brings
No longer part of the grind
Feel like I’ve lost my mind
Darkness abounds
No friendly faces around
Wondering with fear
What criminals are lying near
Preparing weapons
Kitchen knives and Teflon
Thinking, a gun
I should have bought one
Wondering in my heart
Why this fear life imparts
Knowing its clear
This weirdness developed over years
As I struggled and fought
Learning control we have not
Though, we strive to present
This perception of strength
Read Poetry: ALONE, by Stephanie Ann Annis
WILDsound Festival 