alone and lost~
Left alone, alone to wait, for stressful things I had to face; Mentally, my thoughts of late, were pondering my ill-found fate.
Loneliness at best is worse, than any foe I’ve had to rate, naught to grapple, and still defeat, with no one there that I could reach.
What? Millions walked upon the streets, but still none stopped, my eyes to meet; are they afraid to look my way, unstable souls with tripping feet?
How long to stay, how long to wait, to be released from miseries gate; from twi-light zone, so dark and drear, with gladness sought, to shed new tears.
A fire with-in, and eyes ablaze, I searched and looked for days and days; until I found that it was me, whom hope had lost, along the way.
Theres people, people, everywhere, how sudden they mystically appear; they speak with love, to dispel my fears, Wake up lost-one, your friends are near.
April 25, 1997
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