This is a short poem about labor, strain, and survival.
Alone, alone
I am on my own
Life’s exertion
With weight on my brawn.
I have to be alone
Unseen, just on my own
Around the countryside
From morning ‘til dawn.
I’m too involved now
So leave me alone,
I’ve spent half my life
Just wandering on my own.
Above the hills
Where I watch the dawn
I wonder why on earth
Does Sun leave us worn.
Carrying, staggering
With load on my brawn
I wonder how on earth
Will I endure on my own.
Alone, alone
I am on my own
Life’s exertion
With weight on my brawn.
For years I have spent
The days all alone
Searching for truth
From dusk ‘til dawn.
The truth on why men
Should be raised and be born
With nothing to do
But to go on and on.
Why should we go on
When life is a disillusion?
Why should we stagger
Just so we could move on?
It may be just useless
To question life’s intention
So what’s the point of knowing
When we could just move on.
Alone, alone
I am on my own
Life’s exertion
With weight on my brawn.
You, my friend Forlorn
I have then just abandoned
For the load on my back
Seem more like a massive stone.
Just bury me alive
Will you, Forlorn?
Underneath this earth
Where load has deeply grown.
With all of these burden
I am truly drawn
But somehow, somewhere
There’s strength that kept me goin’.
For this strength alone
This urge that’s kept me strong
I am truly certain
That I will not be forlorn.
“Go on, go on”
For ease will be soon
To people who wander
All along on their own.
“You have got the strength
that could go past the storm.
You have got the courage
To be standing on your own.”
Alone, alone
I am on my own
Life’s exertion
With weight on my brawn.
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