loneliness

what is the secret
when does it arrive...

the constant yearning
of being alive...

how do we survive...


sometimes I feel
nobody cares
nobody listens
nobody hears

sometimes I wonder
why I go on
sometimes all hope
is gone

and there is no answer
to questions I ask
finding some comfort
seems too great a task

some tell me look up
I see the sky
do the clouds see me
do they wonder why

I look all around me
I know I'm not alone
I can feel the flowers
the planet's my home

I feel the connections
the light and the breeze
the feeling is flying
not down on my knees

and there is the answer
the hope in the dark
that someone will share all
the physical spark

to have and to hold
till death do us part
the comfort of touching
hand to hand
heart to heart

sometimes I feel
noone understands
when I look down at
my empty hands

sometimes I wonder
why I go on
sometimes all hope
is gone

tell me your story
give me some hope
what are your reasons
how do you cope

with the constant yearning
of being alive..

how do you survive?

do you turn yourself off
do you turn yourself on
do you find a lover
do you pretend your body is gone?

when you want to be held
and no one is there
seconds seem like hours
minutes feel like years

some tell me to hold on
and that's what I do
but it hurts when there's
nothing to hold on too

so tell me your story
give me some hope
what are your reasons
how do you cope

with the constant yearning
of being alive...

how do you survive?

candora

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