Alone

The world is rushing in

No one is ever there

To help or even care

Do we dare to say?

I am alone.

Lovers walking in the park

Sharing beds in the dark

To love and loose is still

Better than not to be loved at all

Do we hope to have someone

Alone?

We who stand apart

From the crowded throng

Is it so terribly wrong?

That we do belong

To the lost and

Alone

To dream of sex and desire

To stand outside of the fire

To want walk the high wire

Do we chance the funeral pyre?

To escape being

Alone

We hide in desperate confines

Living in depressing times

Speaking in despairing rhymes

Have we committed the dreadful crime?

Of living

Alone

Bereft of the worldly existence

Meaningful signs of living and life

Pain in their company, filled with strife

Do you stand as if accused holding the knife?

Of the knowledge of being

Alone