Lonely Echo

L O N E C H O L Y I am a torchured sigh, that time again is passing by. How I long to echo endlessly... I wonder if I could?  But hear and now is understood... Alone. Waiting. Down the way is where I'm from, & with there nothing to become.  Up ahead is for surprise. I let it fill my eyes.  I often wonder for the rest. Will I ever coalesce?  Trust can be a hard thing to give starting off without a fair share. I know self-pity.  I don't allow most in knowing it with me....