Alone

A neverending flatness encircles it. Desolate and barren, the lifeless plain stretches out
to kiss the sky in every direction, leaving it standing alone and without support.

Looking slowly around, it surveys the prosaic emptiness that enshrouds it. Cracked and
scorched earth lies dead and dying at it’s feet.

Rotted and decaying roots that once stretched greedily out for life-giving water, now
shrivel and wither, impacted in the lifeless soil.

Wincing into the glaring rays of blinding sunshine, it searches the horizon in hope of
discovering someone, anyone, bringing relief into it’s life.

Imagining even something so simple as someone to lend it shade, by being near it.

It daydreams of a companion to share the burning heat and shelter it from the suffocating
solitude.

It is alone. It is empty. It is, I.