When alone, we think
About people, things and topic
Gossips and rumors
Possible truths and murmurs

In the deafening silence,
We sit and ponder beyond
Of tomorrow with our grievance
Until in worries we but bond

The anxiety and endless choices
Possibilities and countless voices
Of guilt shouting over conscience
Of our doubts, we worry nonsense

The darkest thoughts and desires
About people we love and admire
Of things we lost in the fire
Of ****** choices we made full of ire

As social as we are
We find comfort in groups
Alone as we were
In Danger's hand our life droops

So never be Alone
In such a ***** fit
As we tend to step on sleet
In the throes of  depression and worry...
We have all but gone.