Journey

The journey, long,

My feet, trudge on

To the tune of

A mournful song.

How long, how long?

Must we endure

This hopeless, helpless life

Without a cure?

The days are bleak,

Of which I seldom speak....

Run one into the other,

And then Repeat.

The road I walk,

Solitary and forlorn

Has been walked

By others who've gone before.

I see the signs along the way,

Encouraging me to endure and stay.

Be faithful. Be true.

There is still much to do.

Is it too much to ask?

For happiness?

For love returned?

A shoulder to cry on?

Or a hand to hold?

Loneliness, my boon companion,

Despondency, my lover.

They are faithful to the end,

More so than any other.

Later Dayz,

Starr