Destitute Lands Poem by Timothy Pierce

I want to be alone without ever being alone
so I cry for help
but none comes
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
I find that I can be liked by all but
even as we fall we descend alone
but not truly alone
for those around me are also that of the wicked nature
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
to be found in love with one outside the norm is fatal