She roams the land of the lonely,
soles weary from travel.
Bits of gravel inch their way
into holes torn in her shoes.
She knew this time would come,
for love had turned
to betrayal and deception.
Fully prepared, she wraps
her cloak around her
to fight the frigid air
that seeps into her bones.
Night descends upon her,
darker than shadows
creeping down empty streets,
no lamp to console her,
not a friend in sight
to hold her hand.
Distorted whispers
blow in on the breeze
to torment and ridicule.
"You played the fool
too many times."
Eyes mist to tears falling,
releasing years of broken dreams.
Forever it seems she's searched
these streets for kindred souls,
only to find
she walks alone.
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Submission Name: Land of the Lonely
