There lying still underneath
the cloak of my
egocentric exterior
lies a lonely soul
seeking companionship
in a world that values
idols and false images.
I am so alone.
I wait for rebirth
for new beginnings
but yet I fear
that my time has past
in a time of my life
where I slowly slip
into the narrow channel
of a deepening age.
I am so alone.
I thought of my youth
just the other day
and all I took for granted
and let slip by
as I mourn the passing
of lost opportunities
and chances
of moments of bliss
and deeply passionate encounters.
I am so alone.
I wait for the unexpected spark
lit unknowingly in the middle of a
deep and dark night
when an ember turns into a flame
like a match sets a fire
to something that has been concealed for far too long.
I am so alone.