Alone

The feeling of being alone

I was born alone
I laughed alone
I loved alone
I even cried alone
One day ill died alone
And this world I’m alone left like an abandoned cat with no one to hold or to love and i will died alone in a cold dark world and ill be buried alone you see this life I’m all alone and in a dark way I love the feeling of alone

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The feeling of separateness is the price of being human. The speaker in this work seems to bemoan aloneness for most of the poem, but at the end we detect ambivalence. The quality, too, is a basic part of humanness.