Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Alone

How alone I feel on this,
Vastly desolate bed.
How less alive can I feel
When I'm not yet dead?

How cruel were the stars,
Beauty in the sky tonight.
How oblivious they laughed
Shining down on my plight.

How peculiar to feel nothing,
At this climactic end.
How desperate to find you,
Save me my old friend.