Solitude

I stay up late in the room
Pondering about the vanities of Life
All I can see is gloom
Though all may be very well alive

Harsh Reality sends me blows
Providence crunches the grievious soul
I am but a victim of woes
Never had I felt so numb and cold

Hard I row against the flow
But all the plagues from Pandora’s Box
Distress, Torment, Anguish and Sorrow
Swish the boat against its course

Trapped in the trough of a relentless tide
From which no mortal can hope to escape
And when no one else is there by my side
Solitude remains as my loyal mate