My Bereavement

I shudder when I think I am lonely
In a crowdy place now,
When there was a hand so precious,
Showing every paths of 'luxuries'.
I feel dumbfounded, though doing all plausible works
In the name of freedom, But still
Someone peeps my errors.
(I am not Prufrock) yet deep from my heart
Comes overwhelming questions:
Will I be able to reach my goals?
Will I be able to perform on my own?
I feel people constantly condoning over me!
How ludicrous life has become now,
I see paths of ludubrious drollery.
I hail those days when advices sought me,
Now perished on my own grounds,
Sobbing and Moaning, unable to find any peak.
Today I capitulate to my muse,
My lord, my inspiration, my seer,
To follow all his golden doctrines of...