The solitary journey….
As I tread on the path of life, so lonely, fatigued, sequestered I feel
Never before had I felt so somber and melancholic, so devoid of excitement and zeal
I just see and endless road, tranquil and desolate, no one by my side, no friend no mate
I have no idea where my destination is, still I walk on an on with a steady gait
Where are the sun moon and the stars, where are the trees, mountains and the flowers
There’s just darkness and mist sparse
In my little heart I keep thoughts buried deep very deep
Thoughts too deep to be expressed and too strong to be suppressed
I hear a strange melancholic sound, the thoughts weep that my heart will be their burial ground
They try incessantly and search for a vent, my heart is in turmoil and I sit down to lament
Alone I had come and alone I’d go, life is a solitary journey this life will show
My thoughts with myself I share, because the world is so lonely with no one to care.
My eyes become wet when I think of this solitude; do I have no mate, no friend in this multitude?
The vent for my thoughts was possibly my eyes; the thoughts have found a way out as my heart cries…
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