Here I sit alone on the hills.
by Amy Louise Kerswell
Emptiness surrounds me.
Emptiness for I have lost the will to feel.
I sit here wondering what has my life become.
As I begin to wonder what happened to the old me?
A new feeling engolfs me.
I am lost sitting in the empty hills.
Voices surround me.
Laughing at the mess sat on the hills.
That mess is me.
Here I sit alone feeling lost and sad.
As I look back on my life all I can remember is bad.
I can't remember a time when I felt glad.
I sit alone in self pity.
Wondering Who am I?