by Bryce Kenn
Being alone is a state of mind. A poem.
"What is that light in the valley?"
"That is your life," he said.
Why is it dim? I wonder.
A small flame in darkness,
Struggling to stay lit,
It burns in the distance, a beacon.
As if reading my mind,
He says, "You are alone."
I know what he says is true.
Why is this valley so empty?
I turn my attention away from my own light.
The valley shines with brilliance.
How could I have been so blind?
I look around, and he is gone.