Aloneliness

It is the middle of the night, alone And the darkness is a sad sight…alone When your demons you fight alone. Yet so it can be in daylight if alone While you listen to your heart pound alone. You seek rays of hope as you look around…alone. Vulnerability is profound alone. No, nothing so sinister as the sound of alone. What disease have we all contained within? Alone! It is as dark as the chiefest of sins. Alone. No one knows how or why or its origin…alone Nor can we pinpoint where it ends, this alone. No one can fix it: no drug, no friend…alone; We are meant, by ourselves, to mend it alone. By our Creator we are placed here not alone Yet we always seem to round that bend: Alone. For years, I have struggled and tried and fought alone; I’ve read, written, cried and sought to be not alone But even in crowds I am caught in the web of alone. I’ve learned much from the lessons taught by alone; I’ve yet to know what it was that brought me to alone. I suppose we each must go deep inside to stop alone. If one has spirituality, one is not alone; So I’ll be all right because that I’ve got, though I’m alone.