Again I sit in silence,
As I always do.
Creating something slightly flawed,
Yet otherwise beautiful,
But who is there to admire or share
In these creations?
This Universe is so large and lonely.
Who is there to care
But me, the loner forcefully so.
Ah, to be grieved with the Truth of it all,
Again I fall
Into the darkness of this Universal reality.
I am alone and no one cares
For my poems, songs nor painting shares.
Just earthen trash like all the rest,
Plagued with the constant reminder of this fact:
I am alone, I am alone.
From birth to death I am alone,
Yet choosing to be grateful
Because I am alive and witnessing
The stupidity of mankind.