On My Own, and all alone again. O What's New? For though I am surrounded by 8 billion brothers and sisters in this miserable world, I still feel so alone and so afraid. So a poem about life I write, for I am trying as hard as I can to make myself happy, I am doing my very best to live this life that has been given to me, and I am constantly striving to be joyful and be positive. But O what's the point? For even afterward I will still be on my own and all alone...
O Brother, O Sister, won't you reach out to help me? Won't you have an intervention with me to expose all my weaknesses, all my sadness along with all my troubles? For I am so alone and even so afraid of this life, that I just do not know where else to turn; and this is why I am writing a poem to try and reason all the greatness about life. But O Misery, Misery! Why have you embraced me so much, and you too Loneliness, why have you all of a sudden become my best friend, and Despair why have you become my twin? And now I have 3 constant unwanted companions that I have never asked for. Or maybe I did with my negativity about Life.
And so on my own I still am, and so all alone I still find myself to be. O Won't a Brother or a Sister pass my way as a Good Samaritan, and reach down and encourage me? Or won't even An Angel who is assigned to watch me, have a little compassion from it's perfect heart, to stoop down and use one of its wings to give me a little lift? O What A Life! What great sorrows of solitude!
I am at my worst right now, I am at weakest this very moment, and I am so lost with this echo inside my head that keeps on reverberating, that I will never get out, I will never be happy again, and I will never become great once more. And so for now I plead with Life and the Universe, to please send me my Soul Mate, or send me my True Best Friend, or even send me just a Touch From God... Then I would see the light of day once more, and only then I would become the happiest human alive.
I am so destitute, I am so downtrodden, and I am so-so alone... And You who is reading this poem about my life, won't You please have some compassion for me? Won't You please become my strength and my hope, since right now I seem to be bankrupt by both? And won't you please help a dying being whose little light is about to be extinguished, to receive a little of your light? After all, it was You who said that: This little light of mine, I am going to let it shine... And right now mine is being snuffed out. Please Help Me through this poem, for this is a cry out to You. You are my last Hope.
So until then, I am on my own. Until I get a little CPR from You, then I will be in Purgatory and awaiting in the great between. Since Heaven is not yet ready to receive me, and Hell can not seem to embrace any more of my immense sadness, because it already has too much. So please don't leave me all alone, Please don't abandon me now, and please don't forget about me. For we are all interconnected, and when one soul is lost, then Humanity will be that much poorer without it. Yet Still On My Own, And Still All Alone, Just Waiting For You. James Dazouloute
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