Alone

Day after day

I rise and weep

for the world outside is so cold

and yet, I am to believe that this is not true

but tis the truth.

The lost soul of one who I teach, reach and give

is a battle unto himself and I am the lone warrior

who must defend myself from him, for he knows not

what he does and when I reach for help there is

none to give nor receive…for I am by myself in this.

When I revel in my successes I call to those most

dear to my heart, but goes on bended ear, none shall

hear and so I weep.

It is those that I speak of, those who I’ve known all my

life that I weep mostly for, for I, the accused, am blamed

for the attendance I give not and yet, when I call out to them

they hear me not and so I weep once more.

It is now that I must contemplate what I desire most and that

is my happiness and so I shall.

You shall not hear from me again, nor feel the warm embrace

for I who so willingly gave to you and was shunned, close up the

walls and leave the coldness out and there I shall be, alone, content

and happily so.