Alone I Die.

intimate poem from past thoughts now resurfaced

I am awake and I am alone.

As others sleep, I cry and weep

As others dream, I contemplate

My life has no purpose, truly no reason to create.

I don’t know where I am to go

Whether to the depths down below

Whether to the heaven above

That beautiful place full of much needed love.

No, not to the heaven far up

For my soul is but an empty cup

No, not even to the depths below

No where to go I am in limbo.

Where oh where will I find a grave that is hollow?

Where my body won’t be as cold as snow

Where the warmth and love that I crave

Can heat my soul’s empty cave

Day and night I painfully seek this location

Constantly aware of my ugly creation,

But tonight and today I let go

And I won’t leave a note to show.

Now I leave with no goodbye

Let it be forgotten that, alone I lived and alone I die.