Alone in the dark.

Alone in the light.

Alone during the day.

Alone during the night.

Everyone has a story to be heard.

Mine isn't even uttered .

Everyone shines.

I don't even glow.

Kids play while I watch,

From a lonely tree swing.

People's voices are heard.

My scream is silence.

Groups of two and three.

Walk right past me.

While I sit by an old oak tree.

I am alone,

In this war we call life.

I face every challenge I am given.

Sorrowfully and alone.

One, independt, I may be.

For the rest of my life?

Maybe.