Solace in Solitude

Here's a story of a man

Who had a well full of tears

He drained them all in a fit of rage

Now he filled it with his fears

I long to tell his story

How do I do it though?

Without feeling sorry

A poor soul, thrown into solitude

With nay a dram of attitude

Hear this story of a man

Who had a shelf of sorrows

He emptied them wilfully

And threw his heart into the gallows

What purpose drives a man?

More than his heart ever can?

Surrounding yourself with people

Only to sleep all alone?

Gratitude never emptied a dime

In the wallet of any man I've seen

Grateful for my life, I've always been

Hitting me with bricks of pain

Puzzling me about this predicament's gain

Look at the big picture, I'm told

"Watch these beautiful things unfold"

How doth the farmer benefit to sow the seeds

If he fail to exist on the day of reaping?

The ocean goes long and wide

Ever big, and ever vast

Fret not, about your past

For the future holds treasure, and is an excellent guide

I say the above words with one too many a conviction

Sans clarity, sans knowledge 

What worth is a water drop in an ocean? 

Alas, what worth is a tear drop in a sea of guilt and regret 

Help me, I scream out in pain 

Agnozing, demoralising and exhausting, the process stands 

I wish to drink, I wish to dance, I wish to sing praises to the Lord 

Sans fear of failure, and with a loving grace 

But with the terrors that lie before me 

I bid adieu to my train of happiness 

As I stand alone watching it depart 

Greeted by the company of no soul 

But my bewildering thoughts