Sleeping Bag
In shadows cast, alone I stand, a soul adrift and bare,
a tribeless heart, abandoned by the warmth of kin and friend,
In solitude, my echo lost in silent, empty air.
The world outside moves on, untouched by my despair,
while I, a lonely island, face each day I cannot mend.
In shadows cast, alone I stand, a soul adrift and bare.
My voice, unheard, like whispers in a vast, unfeeling lair,
where every step is heavier, each moment hard to fend.
In solitude, my echo lost in silent, empty air.
The burdens grow, like mountains from the molehills of my care,
a weight unseen, unfelt by those who never comprehend.
In shadows cast, alone I stand, a soul adrift and bare.
Abandoned self, a ghost within, leads to loneliest lair,
a path of isolation where broken spirits never blend.
In solitude, my echo lost in silent, empty air.
Yet, in this void, I search for light, a hope for repair,
for even in the deepest night, the dawn can still ascend.
In shadows cast, alone I stand, a soul adrift and bare,
in solitude, my echo finds a whisper to delcare.
Drew Frederic