Alone in my corner with anguish I plead.
It’s dark and cold, there is no fire – the warmth would be comforting.
Not what I thought, I think as they laugh – they tricked and they lied to me.
Alone in my corner, the deeper I dig; devouring this agony.
I scream in the night my voice frozen and dry; I claw at my very own skin;
The hatred I feel is turning inside what with the chance I lay hid.
I knew it the moment I passed from that life; His gaze so sad and so sure.
“My Child!” He cried. Red tears in his eyes as He stood in the fountain of blood.
“My love you denied and like you I must turn away.”
Like a whisper so clear my calm disappeared and I knew that he’d gone for good.
Alone in my corner I silently cry at the howls of pain from the lost.
Each time I rejected the truth I now know is played time again in my mind.
Never a moment – just lonely unrest; separation eternally.
Alone in my corner.
Mick Holt 