Alone, An Awful Place To Be Poem by John Yaws

Alone....an awful place to be-
Like barren islands in the sea-
No vestige there of love or life-
Where winds of sorrow like a knife...

Do carve away the sentiment-
Too late you wonder where it went-
And tears upon a face of stone-
Thus bleeds the heart which dwells alone.

Alone...the moon a sentinel-
To oversee where lovers dwell,
Does gaze in sorrow from his home,
At couples as he dwells alone.

And as he orbits, above me-
We share a forlorn misery-
He'll still be here when I am gone-
To occupy some grave...alone.