I am alone, in spite of love
In spite of all I take and give
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live

I am alone, as tho I stand
On the highest peak of the sad world,
About me only swirling in the sadness,

Above me, endless space unfilled;

With all earth and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not alone, having died.

~Anonymous