Of Being Alone

Of Being Alone

When I was a child I was afraid of the dark
Of the many creatures that seemed so real 
Bumps in the night, would give me such a start
Shadows and shapes keeping me in the fear
Of being alone

As a young man, false confidence, lost in a world of my own
Confused of what or who I am, this insecurity I dare not show
Do I fit in this crowd, of these the only friends I have ever known
Never wanting to be left out of the crowd, that fear that I know
Of being alone 

Now I have aged, am wiser with the twilight years upon me
I find a comfort in this stillness, my subconscious to behold
Being within the one, lost in my thoughts, my true self to be
Now I understand and except the time I spend in this threshold 
Of being alone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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