A Solitary Tune: Poetry

Bending 
to uncertainty,
unraveling 
like thread 
~
If I said
I was afraid
of the future,
who would
stay to hold 
my hand?
Every shadow 
I've spied
I faced alone
in the end
~
If I said
I didn't know 
what I'm doing,
would it make 
me less of a person?
Because it seems
so many attempt
to be the authority
on Living 
while the rest of us
flounder in the 
waters of Reality
~
If I said I was lonely,
who would care?
Locked down
in these deserted 
chambers,
the heart beats
a solitary tune
~
Yet I am still here:
Morbidly Alive.

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