When tears remain alone it is difficult to sigh
having no one nearby to ask me why
I suffer so readily
wishing I might see
one day the truth to all of this anxiety
what feels right somehow my idiocy.
Only shared in my own head
the rest of the world is dead
when just alone
I am forlorn
driven by the questions that remain
always wanting somehow fears refrain.
It is a simple resolution
to finally find a solution.
We run the risk of always wondering forever
if this life of ours did find a meaningful future.
© Scott F Savage 9/2021
apersonaljourney - stories of love 