The simple feeling
of desiring to be left alone,
becomes twisted and thoughtful,
when the being adds,
I don't want to feel alone

Day by day I wander and fade,
at night I cry to the stars and worship the moon,
for how could the sun be so cruel,
relentless in forever outshining me,

What defines a person,
the requirements society hurls into our faces,
keep certain issues bottled inside,
like a massive fright ball pulled back in a sling, forever,
like the lone ferryman never looking back,
on the lost souls crossing the river Styx,

Why we're never alone,
surrounded by masses of vibrant moving people,
a smile here and there,
a bite on the sharp tongue,
and at the end of the seconds that make up each day,
we feel so alone and rejected,
that we are able to,
swallow the black hole
with ease.