I'm tired of life lived alone,
sick of being by myself
without someone as my own.
My days wear on—an empty shelf—
my heart lies cold, left behind.
Sick of being by myself
without a love as I grind
throughout my day, so few care
my heart lies cold. Left behind
by so-called "friends", left to bear
my loneliness as I trudge
throughout my day. So few care
enough to ask, hardly budge
this burden I carry within
my loneliness. As I trudge
along life's path, I tailspin….
I'm tired of life lived alone,
this burden I carry within,
without someone as my own.
Jim Reed
7 March 2018