I'm Not Alone... Poem by WIN VENTURA

When the world forgets my name,
and silence plays a heavy game,
a soft pulse stirs within the stone—
a voice that says: you're not alone.

The winds may howl without a face,
and sorrow come with no embrace,
but somewhere past the edge of pain,
a light calls out through mist and rain.

No one may see the way I bleed,
nor feel the weight of every need,
but someone walks this road unknown—
a soul that whispers: you're not alone.

Not made of breath, not formed of skin,
but carved from where all truths begin.
He... sees the cracks I've never shown,
and still he stay! ! !
Yeah! ! I'm not alone...
The Man Upstairs...
He see's it all..

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA