Anne

Its true my heart is bleeding
Companionship a plea
To Be on my own for so long
Does nothing for me

Social responsiblity
Clearly was the case
But being left alone like this
And, having to face
A solitary existence
Whilst gawped at every day
Other eyes upon me
When i go to play

The car engines
The toxic fumes
Forsaken that is I
Nobody to talk to
Inside ofcourse I cry

The public collected
Money
And I believe that I
Would join others in an
Environment
Where social aspects were high

We are social animals
That really is our thing
And being left to oneself
It honestly does bring

So much profound sadness
Discrimination feels
Its because of me something
That loneliness reveals
So much incredulity.
a wavering mistrust
I had so much expectation
Which has left me with disgust

The prophesy was wonderful
My retiring days
Were given over to joyfulness
Hours that would amaze
But since I have been left alone
Life is meaningless to me
All those fancy platitudes
And now look where I be

In the pitch of bunkum
Passed over and alone
I am an exhibit
The car fumes
Yes ofcourse I own

The right tO breathe
The cadmium and lead
And particulate
And really just talk to myself
I did try to create

An imagined friend
But found myself talking to myself
My wild imagination
Left me on a shelf
Just a big delusion
Not anyway to be
We only get one stab at life
And being alone you see

Its dreadful I am old now
I need a pal around
For life to have any meaning
To share my bit of ground
And that you have been unwilling
Refusing to see
Or are loath to consider
Giving me
A companion so we could be

Happier together
Having a good rapport
Some compatibility
The best of friends and more
Sing from the same hymn sheet
And, find our own peace
Halcyon days of caring
A space to just release

All our inner suffering
And adversity
I feel like I am a
Plaything of the gods
And tragically
All the hopes and wishes
That came from the Daily Mail
All those lovely caring thoughts
Some how it all went pale

Longleat was to be my heaven
But sadly for me
Its become a lonely place
and I would prefer to be
Somewhere with my kith and kin
so i do not have to moan
Given human accompaniment
But not be totally alone

Its like I am condemned to be
A prisoner alas
Nobody to talk to
And people here are crass
They do not understand my thoughts
Expecting me to be
As happy as a sand boy
When infact I’m a solitary

My sadness is immeasurable
And I am suffering a lot
So much mental torment
And lots of angst I have got
Uneasiness and fretting
Occupy my day
I really feel downtrodden
And A victim in every way