Left Behind

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I am all alone,

In a world so dull:

No life, no dreams.

I am in my own

solitude, my own pain;

I felt betrayed,

mislead and lost.

I have no voice,

no chance but I am

determine,  determine

To be free:

There is no light, no life,

no joy, no laughter.

Tears running down my cheeks

like running water.

My life is bittersweet.

No love, no friend, no companionship

My pain is unbearable.

There is no one to free me,

from my imprisonment.

I ask myself:

Who am I? And why me?

Why am I all alone?

 In this world so dull.

Why hasn’t anyone

been looking for me,

on these busy streets?

Why has the world

 abandoned me?

Why am I in pain?

Am I lost? or was

I left here.

Where is my home?

Where is my freedom?

What is my gain?

Why am I all alone?

In this world, in this world,

in this world so dull.

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