Alone and Naked

Barefoot on the cold, unyielding earth,
I stand—no cloak, no shield, no name.
The wind licks my skin like a hungry flame,
whispering secrets of my worth.

The moon hangs low, a silver scar,
cutting through the endless black.
I am a shadow, hollow and slack,
drifting where the lost things are.

No hands to hold, no voice to call,
just the echo of my breath.
The night unravels like a thread,
spinning silence over all.

The stars are blind, they do not see
the shiver in my bones.
I am a ship with shattered stones,
sinking slow into the sea.

The dawn will come, but not for me—
I am the dust before the light.
A ghost without a fight,
a whisper in the empty lea.

Alone and naked, raw and true,
I am the wound that will not heal.
The sky above, the ground beneath,
and nothing left to lose.