Tristan Robert Lange

Alone

As I walk through life alone,

I search for its meaning.

I can barely remember my past,

It’s a blur of joy and happiness.

They say that if I ask,

I will receive,

And if I knock,

The door will be opened.

But I ask and ask,

And nothing happens.

I’ve tried to knock,

Yet, I can see no passage of life.

I feel stranded and all alone.

Every moment I grow weaker,

And every day I seem to be drained,

Drained completely of the once joyful life I had.

I feel trapped and rejected.

I’m like a caged animal,

I’m always trying to break free;

And I’m never successful.

Freedom, freedom is my only hope.

It’s the dream that will break the nightmare.

It is the only way out;

Out of this lonely, dark pit.

Maybe I need help,

Help to save me from myself.

Maybe I should fight harder,

Or maybe I should just quit.

I don’t know, I just don’t know.

I don’t know whether life is worth living,

Or whether I can survive life.

Only fate will tell.

The struggle within myself,

It has lasted a long while,

Too long perhaps.

But it’s much too late, much too late, indeed.

Someday I will find a way out…

I hope…

I hope I will find my personal freedom, for if I don’t

I will perish in my personal hell.

© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 1994.

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