Waiting

Though one's form is encircled by companions, None warms the soul of his. Being surrounded by a web of false design, Dare not entangled a reflection of his soul. Isolation evolved as the rhythm that shoothes one's soul. Yearning for connection yet end's up in separation, The darkest thoughts that haunted one's imagination had became his world. The flame of hope at the verge of flickering out, Nevertheless his heart endlessly tending the flame. Wishing that all were just a dream, But woke up living in that dream of his. He sobbed, yet silence was echoing to a deafening pitch, None came to wipe his sorrowful eyes in the silent darkness. In the end, Waiting for someone to help him.