Loneliness

The wind blew softly
Over the moor
And a shiver passed me
As it grew cold
Here I stood
Lonely and frightened
Thinking…whether the day;
Would ever lightened
To me, the world seemed
A cage of deceit;
Filled with nothing
Except sorrow and grief
Engulfed in the flames of
Hatred and envy
This ruthless place
Is no longer worthy
Though a strange thought
Suddenly occurred to me
A desire to run, to shout or weep
But, all would be vain
As no one is there
To listen, to come
Or even to care
That is when I realized…
This world is completely
Brimmed with lies….