To Be Alone Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

To Be Alone



The death houses gleam like dimly hued stains
As the summer sun rises through the barren linden trees,
Illuminating the varied colored panes
Where the cobwebbed, morning light,
At one with the matin breeze,
Exhales the dust over slabs of stone
Which sleeps with the empty eyed skulls
Signifying what it means to be alone.

John Lars Zwerenz

Saturday, June 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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John Lars Zwerenz

John Lars Zwerenz

NEW YORK CITY, U.S.A.
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