In My Hour Of Need

Solemn, is the way I feel...

As I sit and muse my life

Knowing no one really cares if I stay around

Feigning interest...

 but not enough to truly care

Unless…

It’s to provide a fix to their needs

Aware of my lonely existence

Knowing I’ll die sometime

Somewhere alone...

And no one will even know if I’m gone

Or truly miss my demise

Heaviness leans in my heart

My spirit lags behind

Who am I really

Just another simpleton, a fool ?

My soul wanders apathetically

An aged person...

No one really gives two cents about

Servile fool am I - to my growing decline

Shattered hopes and dreams

A burden to others I’ve become…

Unless I can fill their needs

Void of sunsets and sunrises

Lost in a sea of bottomless waves

Cut from a cloth of family - that never cared

Just bares my name…

Alone, out of the game

Aged loner …

Gone too far to come back again

No more moonbeams in my jar

Just lost in a sea of cold, dark depression

My voice cries on deaf ears

How I wish for the ending of it all

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anne p murray