I share this loneness
Of losing myself
Head and foot, and all betwixt
To this void of night
With whom, from afar
Musing on what's missed
Ghostily, too, weepy roves
If as a dream sprite.
Alone
When my aloneness stalk me,
I am a hermit in a world with many souls and faces.
No one to talk, share my dreams and desires,
No one to inspire.
I wish, I am still a child to play in the sand,
And make new friends.
O dread is the day,
I feel so astray.
No one to share how I feel inside,
All my feelings I must hide.
I wish, sometimes I was still a child,
I can play on my own,
I won’t feel so alone.
Why is there no one for me?
To hug, love and watch the last sunrays of the day
That will make me feel ok.
This feeling bitters my soul,
I want to feel whole.
I wish, that there is someone out there,
Whom my aloneness I can share.
Roebain
A Light will Kill the Pain
How my soul is yearning,
For someone to come
Rescue me, from turmoil
From a prison of hell.
I pray and call out,
To Your name.
Please, Lord,
Take this cup away.
When darkness fell upon me,
I tremble with fear.
Will it be my last night?
With the terror and pain.
I learn to block it out.
Feel no more pain.
My body bruised and beaten,
I lock myself up in my brain.
Hold on, I whisper to myself
Hold on, the darkness will pass.
A new day is coming,
A light will Kill the pain.
Roebain
,
Come Soar with me
When it was quiet and dark
I was drowning in despair.
My sorrows was to deep,
For me alone to bare.
I called out Your name,
Please I need you now.
I will surrender
This pain is tearing through flesh and bone
I am so alone.
You lifted me up,
And took me to the highest mountain,
Where You took my hand,
And soar with me.
High above the clouds,
Higher then my sorrows.
I soar with You,
Above all my despair.
Roebain
,
I am watching an old movie on my ipod while on my treadmill
these old eyes of mine are crying in relation to the sadness
that the character in the movie is facing
LONELINESS is a familiar trait that binds everyone together
when something in their lives seems empty without hope or love
I tune the IPOD to Jim Croce's TIME IN THE BOTTLE and feel the
passage of time that echoes my sentimental sentiments with
a sad refrain that will endure until my spirit finally leaves this EARTH place
AHHHH..
look at this lonely person and reflect with whatever
eyes and thought that you can see and imagine
It is my turn now
Do not let it engulf your soul as it did mine
I will sleep now
it is highly doubtful if I should ever wake up again
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