"ONE"

        

 "one"

 

 

Alone again I feel too often.

 

 

All my own choice to lay in this coffin.

 

 

I tried, I fought, I prayed, and I sought.

 

 

Everything remains in disarray.

 

 

Past reflections surfacing true emoitions,

 

 

bottled up lost in tears of the ocean.

 

 

Waiting for the time.

 

 

 A place of acceptance to finally meet,

 

 

the reality i murdered because of defeat.

 

 

Daze in and nights out, I am alone.

 

 

Not freed by the smoke that had flown to exhale,

a cloud to sit upon to remain stuck...

 

 

wispering a new song of how I had failed.

 

 

Too often remains Alone,...

 

 

All Alone is my coffin...

 

 

All Alone way too often....

 

    .........LONELY....