Loneliness Revisited

The clock ticked away with ferociously
The more I squirmed away, the more it pushed me
towards that abyss of silence,
where, as the rest of the civilization sleeps,
I dread to face my bare self, mocking at me,
stripped, shorne of all my glory and pride,
Shed of that cocoon, embodying, all that I wanted to be.

As I braced myself to finally open my eyes,
and peer at my naked, bleeding self...
I grieved at, what could have been,
but what, did not.
I condoled at, what I yearned for, but
what could never be mine,


I have roamed blindfolded,
for that midas touch, that elusive feeling.
Perhaps, here, there, elsewhere..
The fever moves me on to new frontiers,
through untold misery.
I believe that I can reach.
My journey is my teacher.

Dawn approaches, the horizon turns pink.
I carefully wrap myself up in my armor,
and brace myself for yet another day.
I will have to wade through it all.
There is no escape.
The writing is on the wall.