The StoryTeller

Alone | Poem

In a quiet town where the gumtrees sway,
A solitary soul finds solace each day.
A homestead stands, weathered and worn,
A loneman’s abode, in solitude, reborn.

Living alone, In an old house that moans,
A freedom embraced, in the vast unknown.

In the city’s heart, neon lights ablaze,
A solitary figure, lost in the maze.
Cinema alone, in the city’s grandeur,
A silent spectator, a lone adventurer.

At the stadium’s roar, where the crowds unite,
A solitary fan, hidden in the sea of white.
Alone in the cheers, at the announcer’s tone,
A lone supporter, in the coliseum’s throne.

Yet, in the quiet moments, the silence unfurls,
A self-discovery, as the heart gently swirls.
Learning to love in the quiet of alone,
A journey inward, a soul fully known.

The Storyteller

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5 responses to “Alone | Poem”

  1. I always find that to be alone amongst others is reassuring, yes.

    I also hear from the recitation of other works on your YouTube channel that per good chance you are an Australian… In fact I am certain.
    It is a stroke of coincidence as I am also from this land abound in swaying gumtrees. On the Eastern side.
    Anyway, it is good to see (and hear) you do your thing 😃

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