Alone

It was an uneasy feeling, like something was missing. Unbalanced. I seemed to be without hope.
There was this daunting reality.
I was alone.
I could not run and certainly could not hide, it was pain that seemed to have no cure, certainly no mind.
It was beyond hunger, no store to buy a relief that could make a simple divide. My sense was lost with no compass to find.
I looked all over hoping to find something to fill this void of unparalleled space and time.
I searched, I fumbled only to find there was no substitute that would help keep me and my mind.
I sat and wondered if I could ever decide, if all that I had was truly really worthwhile.
I tossed and I turned relentlessly intertwined was this need to confront love and the kind.
I am not sure how this scary void I could mind. Sometimes it seemed to hurt me out of my mind. I couldn't find a realistic bone to bind.
I realized one case one point, I was alone and it was all intertwined.
Then came scorning, suffering and the wasting of time and it was all there in front of my eyes. It was an image transcending time and beauty and mind that transcend all time.
I felt a need to revisit these images many, many times. I was unsure if I had just lost my mind. But it was there in front of my eyes.
It was about a book and a painting that filled my mind, I suddenly felt so alive.
So I thought to myself if it could ever work because I was only alive. But these image touched so deep inside and a century’s divide, I was stunned that it took no reply.
So with my heart making a quick stride I reached forward and checked with all of my pride.
Once the screen appeared I was dumbfound and scared inside. Was it okay or was it all just and embarrassing time that I would have to hide.
I then sat the utter emptiness filled my soul as to what I would rely. I thought, I prayed and had a huge sigh all in what to write.
I humbly swayed back and forth on the first line. What would I say to someone so to define?
There I was perplexed and feeling blue,  I was unsure of what to do. It was time to end this rime. So I write, edit, paste over and over until I felt I was ready to send something over a line.
I was honest and very shy, hoping and praying that I would get a reply.
So who knew what would transpire it seemed to take so much time.
So away it went like a bottle tossed into the ocean divide. It was crossing a huge futuristic divide. Something that has gone on for ages, it was love promise and feelings of being alive in a brand new futuristic time.