by
rgpage


with each day i wonder why
i live in dreams without end.
why my life is slipping by
and why my life is without friends.

in solitude i feel the pains
i feel the pains of life so deep.
for comfort needing all in vain
to end each day in drunken sleep.

absorbed by fear and left alone
alone by choice of self denial.
tired of people sick of home
yet needing a friend and a friendly smile.

confused at life not knowing why
i feel the tolerance of others near.
who grasp at my moods as they streak by
yet shy from them in hopeless fear.

my conscience gone and soul decayed
torn from youth wasteful of friends,
a voice inside cries out afraid,
afraid at last of an empty end....