Alone
(found this poem Down In The Basement, and thought it was great!
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TotalParts: 1
Status: Complete
Pairing: Poetry & Filk
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This is for Mulder
Alone
Alone in my bed I lie with tears storming down
out of my eyes
I violently cry.
My head is constantly spinning and my heart
is full of terrible pain.
I'm deserted in a world of turmoil and
I'm often in constant fear of going insane.
I'm falling, but there's no one here to catch
me.
I'm falling deeper into this hole, but
there's no one here to see.
Everywhere I go there's complete darkness
and every time I speak there's
an empty echo.
Pain and suffering, they engulf my every
thought.
I feel like a prisoner that's been caught.
I'm so tired of fighting this battle, over
and over again I fought.
Who's winning?
Certainly not I, for in my bed I lie,
silently on this moonless night.
This plague called loneliness cares for
no one.
It's a world of emptiness and sorrow.
It can make you wish away tomorrow.
It puts you in a state of despair.
Without a worry or care, it can make you take
your last breath of air.
Loneiness can't make you feel good, for
being alone never does.
Where did it come from?
How did it start?
To have your spirit broken and a crushed heart.
To not know how to go on.
It's a terrible thing to be-
To be Alone.