A silent serenade

Why do I feel alone? Why do I feel I am the only one left on this planet at certain times of night, and that no matter how loudly I scream, no one will ever hear me? Is this how everyone feels, or is it just the way I feel? These questions mar my thoughts, as I lay on my couch and watch the Germans beat the soccerroos 4-0 at the World Cup finals in South Africa.
I feel like writing a poem. But I don’t know what I should write about. Here goes –

Silence is the music for my deaf soul,
Quiet and Peace take their toll,
I want to be amidst a crowd,
Hear voices, merry and loud…

Many a mistakes I have made over time,
My feelings are worth no more than a dime,
I hurt someone, stabbed her hard,
I look back and swallow a shard…

Lust and Greed led me to doom,
I sit cold, within the walls of my room,
Morose feelings and heartache are the norm,
But deep within, rages a storm…

I must and will undo the evils of past,
Throughout my life, the guilt must not last,
Give love a chance, is what I pray,
But the words “ I love you”, I dare not say…


Now I will stop and lay my head to rest,
And stubbornly put my puny heart to test,
Thank you for all the care and concern, love and affection,
God bless my conscience as it withers on the road to perdition…