Wholly unto myself.
Sinisterly done,
All alone I have dwelt.
I am alone,
Alone in a world of hate.
I am but one tone,
A tone in the song of fate.
I am singular,
A needle among the hay.
By myself peculiar,
Without a friend for the day.
I am unkown,
A lost soul without hope.
A tragedy I own,
Like a noose without rope.
I am nothing,
A heart that does not dream.
I am a bell that has no ring,
A shirt without a seam.
I am one,
Wholly unto myself.
Sinisterly done,
All alone I have dwelt.
- Michelle Wetmore