All Alone

Why is it pain never loses its grip on us, why does
each new instance of rejection and criticism feel
just as bad as the first time - why do I feel it eating
into my heart, destroying self-esteem and making
my deepest dreams disintegrate?

Why is it when we think someone is a friend and
that person ups and leaves, we feel bad, just like
the first time - I don’t know why it should be so,
the only solution is to be the fool my brother
claims I am – given the circumstances

Who can blame me for running away – or could you
expect me to stick around for some more humiliation,
I cannot - even if it is the moral imperative; the empti-
ness tonight after failing every test and losing every
overt dream – though those inside are still safe –

Reminds me of my first years on earth when I thought
life awful and meaningless; today I know it is true, but
I also know we are free to assign any meaning we
want to life - only since we are all alone, nobody
will share it with us…