Alone Poem by Faruk Ahmed Roni

Each day, I journey
through the dense forest of time,
crossing the blurred edges of existence.
The trees, though strangers,
stand like kin.
Their silent grace reveals me to myself
in the lingering shadows of betrayed virtues.

Grief sits quietly at the window,
like a bird perched,
watching the world with indifference,
threaded into the steady, unrelenting stream of time.

The earth spins away beneath me,
and I remain solitary.
Sometimes, a flash of lightning
stirs my bones a tremble, a whisper of change,
as if the moment itself
might carry the soul elsewhere.

When the stars fade
into a dawn not yet born,
I will race into the darkness
at the speed of light,
leaving all that was mine behind:
this tender, scorched body,
singed by the embers of love.

Life, like a galloping horse
yet halts
in the blink of an eye.