Realizing something I had ignored for so long that I am alone. No matter how much I reach out to another I am forever alone. I gave to someone I cared for without question, it was against my thoughts atoll. Today I was born again with a door closing and another one opened. It is all painful and so it goes, the tip of another day in a world without hope. I struggle to find, what’s right, but I am again without hope. I felt its withdrawal and it was like a knife being pulled from a wound that was never condoned. But yet I couldn’t see it coming it was like a dream, as I sensed its pain and could do nothing to stop its deadly blow. I couldn’t say, I was a willing part, a solider of my demise, a hoping never to behold. I knew it was a lie, I knew no other love, but I kept a hope…a distant love, but nothing to atone. It was a love, it was a story, one that was so familiar a concept too old. I was romanced into stone and I was left all alone. I was so sad, only to be told, I was a fool, and I would never be atoned. I felt love so deep, I felt alive, I could only behold a time a life that could be so close, only to stand, but could not fold. I took it in a stride, I took a roll, in my hopes and dreams that I would have to fold. I reached out with only my words to try to hold a day of needed but no one was home. I reached out with a hope, a slalom divide that someone I loved was not taking me for a ride. The painful pit of fear a loss untold would once again pull apart my pride. So I sit and fester, I sit and hope, for a day I can say it will be ok. I can pray for the best and hope for the most will I be ok, since I haven’t had much luck. Is it ok, is it just my life, that I will once again lead with hope. I am alive, I am to toast others that love and are granted love caring and hope. So today, I rest, I try not to lie and I take a look into a big blue sky. Where dreamers dream and seem to float on a bed of dreams on a life to behold.