Alone

I felt very weak, very vulnerable

I felt stuck, frustrated, and times were despicable,

I felt persuasive dismay, followed closely by hopelessness,

I felt fragile, yet stuffed with emptiness.

I was a victim of threat and fright

I felt lame, as I was forced into an undesirable plight

I was denied of what was most rightfully mine,

All I could do was complain and whine.

My realm of possibilities now lay dreadfully drenched and sloppy,

My dreams, ruthlessly crushed and smothered under a wicked canopy,

I was deprived of what I genuinely deserved

I was struck hard every time, no matter how smartly I swerved.

I rubbished the entire notion of luck and faith,

And gave myself into the engulfing wrath,

The once ambitious focused, and hopeful 'me',

Now gave up, and let the intricacies be.

Times were troubled and hopes alone wouldn't suffice,

I saw myself crying at the travesty of justice

I felt like I would never taste happiness and love,

I foresaw the prevalence of periods of ordeal somehow

I found myself in such trashy state of affairs,

I always faced dead ends, locked doors, and unanswered prayers,

My once opulent heart was now left derelict,

The rude wind harshly blew out the bright candles of hope that I lit.

I was a sufferer of satirical taunts,

The memory of remorse threateningly haunts,

I listened to their pitiless trenchant often,

All my strength was forced to soften.

There I lay desperate for warmth against the pressing cold,

Desperate for mirth, desperate for my old self, poised and bold,

For a kiss of hope I would never get, for a gasp of faith, and something new,

For a change of sorts, for some kind of disguised virtue.

But the time refused to alter and remained as itself, I was blown.

And for sometime in my life, till now, I felt all alone.