Alone on the bench

Under the black carpet I sat, alone,

With no one by my side.

The intricate webs on the grass being broken,

By the rain from the black sky.

A thousand wishes going down,

Punctuated by the church bells.

Hope all lost and fear reigns here,

Someone to sit by me near.

But no one’s there with me now,

Just the accompaniment of the cricket sounds.

Soon everything stops,

And my life becomes eternal silence,

What’s going on?

My happiness lost in vain,

Hope my pain goes down the drain.

But I shall sit here until my spirits lift,

My soul leaping in joy and my thoughts shift.

That moment is not far away,

But until that, I won’t sway.