Alone I Sit In Silence Poem by Elizabeth Forrest

Alone I sit in silence. Contemplating my existance. Is this what life is supposed to be like? Am I doomed to float through this miserable existance in solitude? Dying more each and every day. Life is not what you make of it. It is what others make of it for you. I feel like a drone. Each day passing me by as if I'm waiting to be activated. Hopelessly watching as others live out my dreams and my desires. Praying each and every night for my existance to end or begin. Longing for someone to share my deepest feelings with. Someone to hold me, to wipe away my tears when I cry. A Person to activate every part of my being. Awaken me. I call out to the silence as if it were listening. Hoping that my soulmate would somehow hear my plea. Until then, I continue living, robotically.