And then you're alone

There are days you can’t hold back precious silly smiles,

There are days you blare the horns of wildness and let it all go,

There are days you hit rock-bottom and fight with your head against those voices unknown,

And then there are days when you’re wholly, completely, terribly alone.

Memories are there to haunt your agonising dreams.

Scary, monstrous, raging fire- those engulfing dreams.

You sleep off to consuming fears, and wake up to worse.

A morning without sunshine, a day without any life,

An evening of monotony, and the nights- oh, they kill.

Sinking low. Further, deeper, lower.

That ghost of a pit of all that’s unwanted and unpleasant meets you down there.

Laughs a mocking laugh, slaps a stinging slap.

Slaps hard, and inches closer to be with you, be close to you, and become you.

And soon you’re the ghost yourself, the pit- your kingdom of solitude.

And then the ghost leaves you too. Just like they all do.

You run amok, you scream aloud,

You become a withered tree,

You are the grand old sun yourself- aged but you don’t attain wisdom.

You become your own misery.

What will you blame, and you will you blame,

When you yourself are the epitome of pain?

Of course you will faint but why will you complain,

When you shoved this numbness down your own scratchy lane?

Oh, it’s such an itch.

No, don’t crave for company.

Company rejoices with you but company leaves you. (Like they all do)

Stare at the walls, battle with the moon,

Don’t win any contest; just lie crouched in your corner of abstinence.

Don’t speak a word; no, not a word.

Silent, unalarmed, ambition-less,

Alone. All alone.