Alone as one

What is life to the dead at heart?

I never thought of being so broken,

yet I sit here contemplating my end.

I am hating the hatred in my eyes,

lost and alone I ponder hope.

I cry and feel all of the grief within me,

only to find I am alone in my path.

Who am I anyway to regret this day,

where did I ever go wrong oblivious.

Taken from nothing to be this light in dark times,

only to find nobody sees my heart.

I wear my heart on my sleeve but still no one hears,

a shadow am I, a burden my emotions.

I have tasted love only to be broken,

I have broken just not to love.

Why do I care now about everything,

why did I change my heart to feel?

It’s always the same song and dance,

telling me it will get better a lie.

Sometimes I just need that touch so warm,

only coldness embracing my life.

No words to say to explain my love,

no way to express how I now feel.

I weep for nothing in my fear,

but who listens to what I say?

I can’t die if I never truly live,

I can’t have something I don’t believe in.

Waiting in my pain I accept the death to come,

I just thought I wouldn’t die alone.









Johnny Newell