Pantoum Alone

Noted—the soft sound of feet falling

Alone—well, I think I used to be

Though it seems none hear my calling

I’ll close my eyes and count to three

Alone—well, I think I used to be

Something stirs that wakes my fears

I’ll close my eyes and count to three

When I wake, I’ll run out of tears

Something stirs that wakes my fears

Unknown forces spurned and hidden

When I wake, I’ll run out of tears

Empty of the dark that was forbidden

Unknown forces spurned and hidden

Though it seems none hear my calling

Empty of the dark that was forbidden

Noted—the soft sound of feet falling