Alone this time again as always
It’s the choices you make that determines which way life goes
They are never right or wrong
They are either left alone or followed
It’s the pain in you that makes you strong
And it’s your strength that breaks your own heart
Like the glass in your hand broken into small little shards
Life is not as colourless as at times we feel
For some black and grey are the epitomes of zeal
No one wants to be alone
But for some this loneliness is less tedious than the clutter of life
The books on your table talk to you
The colours of your drawing book listen to you
The cat in the neighbourhood is as lonely as one can
Still every day comes purring for the bread in my hand
If you see your life is what is within you
The sea of thoughts and the emotional blues
You know you are on your own for a long time to come or may be forever
Still you long for a caring hand and some words
Words with empty promises may be but words
And you cuddle and sleep with them with a hope
Hope for a better tomorrow
Tomorrow filled with love and may be not alone
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