I want to be alone without ever being alone <br />so I cry for help <br />but none comes <br />I scream a silent scream pleading for that that is lost within us but it doth not come for I am a wicked man and so are those around me <br />I find that I can be liked by all but <br />even as we fall we descend alone <br />but not truly alone <br />for those around me are also that of the wicked nature <br />and even in the destitute lands of the sinners there is a paradise we have yet to realize and upon that realization is when we die alone <br />to be found in love with one outside the norm is fatal<br /><br />andy pierce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/destitute-lands/
