In the beginning I was afraid of this, afraid of being alone.
I thought I was better in company, with people flesh and bone.
But when they killed me inside out and shattered my heart with blows,
I couldn’t stand all of it , there was a numb in my toes.
As my warm breath repeatedly clouds the broken glass,
I now am not afraid of shadows, after a herculean pass,
Now, when I hear nothing but the ticking of the clock,
I am alone and not in a conscious flock,
I still hold on to a shred of hope,
My foes with hate have got me doped.
Now in a room of silence, I last.
With no one to interfere and my pulse not fast.
Because in loneliness, I’ve found a lasting cure.
of the swelling of my eyes, of the broken heart which was always pure.
Now I am alone with a mind of thought,
With a company of backstabbers , I’ve already fought.
And now I want to find an escape all alone,
Trying to stop the shaking of my tone.