Why must it be

Is this all that’s left after all the years of hard work
trying to do right, only to be left with bad memories
I listen to the rain…
as it falls gently through the trees
I feel the chill of the night breeze as it
courses over me
The wail of sirens remind me of
the fragility of life
Loneliness washes over me like
A tidal wave on the beach
The need to weep is strong but
my eyes remain dry
This is the loneliest I’ve felt in
A long time
I feel as though I could lie down
and get up no more
Now as I grow old why must I feel so lonely
and only be a shell of the man I once was
Life is painful now and no pill exists
to relieve the pain, or this feeling of uselessness