Being Alone

Only my soul see the seasons when I am alone 

Wearing the camouflage of a mocking frown,

The frock grows longer when I am on my own

Serene Emblems of clouds sparkle in my crown. 

When the whole realm of close friends disappear

The eyes within my heart became black and blue, 

Misty springs waltz through the atmosphere,

Gave the world no sign of the solitude I knew.

Just as fear is anxious about reasons for doubt  

Floating dreams struggle with truths to enjoy,

The normal part of existing life breaking out 

Trying to run away from emotional ties of memory.

We remain esteemed strangers within the walls  

Of the challenging places where we sit alone,

In painful zone listening to our own distant voices

Playing calm tunes to replicate our delicate form.   

The forlorn glands of pride were soiled and sunny

Indiscreet fears bunched and bungled together,

On every phony feeling awaken inside of my tummy

The voices of loneliness own every defining hour.

Shared on the long road of Independent demand

When good friends are gone, we are left alone

With opinions to ponder as strangers in the land,

Reaping galvanize reforms to leave the tragic union.