The Lonely©

She stands alone in wait

On the day that everyone else scatters

They run with fear of the symbol

And what it might mean

Thirteen is just a number

She finds hope in its meaning

Will she find love, fear or maybe despair

She seemingly doesn’t care

For she holds no fear

She is aware that what will be, will be

There will be no escape

Maybe solace in the end

When she realizes her fate

A tear-distained

Rolls down her scarred face

As she awaits the grim reaper to take her from this place

She fights not as she knows her battle is lost

She knows one day she will be back again

At which time she’ll be the one in charge

The Lonely©

By Felina Silver Robinson