Why so alone and blue
So lost within yourself
So splintered, fallen apart
Like some forgotten old wooden fence
You don’t suffer alone
None of us do
Your life, not some worn out coat
Left on a rusted hook in the garage
Your soul, born for a reason
A purpose only you can serve
Your pain, not yours alone to bear
Your heartache, a sign you’re still alive
I see the way you look at yourself
Your eyes show your fear of being lost
There is an outstretched hand awaiting you
Take it
Poetic Alchemist 
Thanks Jel. Glad you enjoyed this poem.
SWEET!!!!
and like your pics that ya got on the side!
Thanks Kai. I think all of us feel that way at times.
i feel that way sometimes.
Sheri: Thanks so much for your comment and you have my thoughts and prayers in losing your Dad on the same day.
I also lost my father this past Friday Oct. 10th. I am grateful to find your poetry and find it truly beautiful. Thank you.
Again a fine one. Thanks again.
Dan