A/N: this poem was written by me, about the Doctor. It is a first in a series about my Doctor... and his lonely life... also some mention Rose... all are post doomsday as far as I know.
Alone
He was alone now.
Like before.
Alone.
Alone like the wind
Always traveling
never stopping.
not even for rest.
Alone like a barren tree in fall
standing still
but always moving
caught.
but spring would never come.
Alone like a Rose
beautiful but solitary
he grows on his own.
Alone.
Alone like a fallen angel
cast down by God
never to return
unloved
always alone
Alone like the dying flames of fire
once brilliant
now dull
he will soon die away
Fading into darkness
always to be alone.