I sit by myself in my room, where I find myself quite alone.
The passage of time looms ahead; I face it with a heart of stone.
In the many years that have since passed, solitude has only grown.
Whether kinship would last or fade away is something time has shown.

Every day, smiling faces shine bright but are empty of heart for me.
Some days, these faces share love and care — the sentiment is given free.
Sometimes, I cannot help but to bask; shared warmth is all I can see.
On some days, I am less alone and it is a blessing to be.

Other times, I wonder if shared connection can really last.
In my experience, good times often become left behind in the past.
People come into your life and fade away quickly and all too fast.
Kindness is a brief solace away from the cruel spell time can cast.

Faced with vicissitudes that periled me in the torrential currents of fate,
I came to find the perspective that hindsight could provide came much too late.
If only something that was built to last were something I could learn to create.
When things fall apart, sorrow persists and cannot bring itself to abate.

When I leave this place, will I depart from this loneliness, or will I return?
I pray to return to days filled with light, for in darkness, my soul’s plea does burn.
When my time comes, I hope that I am not met with souls of spurn.
If not in this life, I hope — in death — kinship is something I can learn.