Alone all night
Alone all day
I wonder if
It’s supposed to be this way
Alone when I’m up
Alone in bed
All by myself
Not a tear is shed
The outside is empty
Devoid of anything for me
I always look around
But there’s nothing to see
Alone is the way
My life’s been lived
No one to care
No one to give
So I wonder all the time
Was life meant to be lived alone?
Or did I miss someone along the way
Who could have made my life their home?
© 2-11-11/RJH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem