Alone

Lying, lost in thought

Last night

Thinking too much at a time,

Trying to find a place called home,

Where there is comfort and love,

And nutrient of understanding and care is not a waste,

Then it comes right across my face,

The most searing painful of truthful fact,

That loneliness is not a home,

Nobody can make it alone,

Lying, and lost in thought,

Last night,

Thinking too much of a time,

Trying to figure out a way out,

To escape from the suffocating agony,

To find a place where I can breathe,

Then the truth keeps mocking at me,

A little vicious jibe,

That loneliness is not a home,

Nobody can make it alone,