Outside Looking In

Friendly with alone,
Aimlessly wandering to and
fro seeking a place to belong,
and all the while...inwardly
inquiring where and why.

Am I on a quest for some hidden
and unknown thing? Yes...and I often
cry out in bitter frustration, "Que
diablos es?! (What is it?!)"

Come up on it unexpectantly..."Ah si,
de los labios de uno a los oidos de Dios,
es lo que yo decir.(Ah yeah, from one's lips
to God's ears, is what I say.)"

While everyone else has everything, I...am
molested by loneliness and praying that someone
will come...just come...and save this wounded and
bleeding heart of mine.

And who identifies with anguish?
Who, I ask, besides yours truly has this solemn
debate and countless others?

What? Oh yes...that proverbial light at the end of
the tunnel. I behold it...and it is dim, but clearly
visible...and with it, souls and more souls all having
no number. They're out there in the cold, unilluminated,
like me, just like me...

Friendly with alone.
Raped by loneliness.
In possession of a mutilated and hemorrhaging heart.
Travelling. Destination and/or direct purpose? Unknown.
But they're still out there, in search of a place...a home
to come into from the outside, where they can cease and decist
looking in.