Could you please, if now and when
you think of me, tell me what to do?
I am if like one of you
I am lonely to.
No one cares, about me.
After it's all said and done.
I still will be alone.
Even when I,
go out and take a break
from what I do.
Even when people walk around me.
I'm still alone, none see me.
Standing here amongst them all alone.
The flower all alone.
Thinking of you, and only of you,
leaves me only more alone.
You have left me here and I still suffer pain.
There are no high road's, left to take.
There are no open book's for me,
all closed from which to chose.
Could someone out there, come and give me a hug.
Pull me up from that dark place,
back into this your world some place?
And then what is my role in this story, to play?
If everything I have done, was so wrong?
Now I have no light from which to see.
Now having no one but you, to think about.
Now not having you, I don't know what else to do.
Now where ever I go, all I can think of is you.
Time is all any of us has, and time is fickle and untrustworthy. Still, we must trust, to find out what is worth keeping in life. (so say I..for whatever it's worth) But sure man is not meant to be all alone.
You're not alone, you have your words, your readers and friends in distance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one cares, about me. Now not having you, I don't know what else to do. Loneliness is such a wretched feeling. Very well expressed. Thanks.