solitude

sunday afternoon, i sit and gaze

upon the sparrow flying through its dreams

my sight falls on a girl sitting deep in thought

solving mysteries in her head it seems..

she looks at me with desperate eyes

a silent look of screaming loneliness

invisible ropes hold her to her seat

her soul struggles in all the mess..

i see her face cold without a smile

incapable of emotions, her blank stare

i dont feel pity, instead i fear

how solitude killed this girl's care..

i knew her over the years

as the sparkle in her eyes faded

forced to be where she didn't belong

the loved turned into the dreaded..

they say she is not human

just a broken product of life

but i knew her to be a girl

who lived for others with her heart on a knife..

they all came, they all left

she never forgot the moments she shared

they moved on in their own journey

but she thought they cared..

she waited for them to turn

to come back and take her along

her hope turned to anger and anger to stone

the lines blurred between right and wrong..

she shut down, no words, no desires

and no one asked her why

time flies and she breathes through betrayal

no protests but a silent cry..

we are born alone

a truth that cant get any clearer

and we shall leave one day, alone

i nod to her and turn my gaze away from the mirror..