Bad days outweighs,
Loneliness coats my skin like paint
All over, often I fail to wash,
It shadows me like dark clouds: menacing and harsh,
My existence is hollow,
My mark unremarkable on this world,
So what was it worth?
I dreamt to love true but
It was only chimerical, love
True as it can be and was for others,
My feckless being is undeserving.
As I gaze upon the sky
I can’t help but wonder why
Is it written in the stars,
that my life should be this plain?
In this desert mind of mine
am I destined to burden pain?
Yes I question, I do question.
Will I ever find a home,
despite you, despite them
am I intended to be alone?