How many people around this great big world are as alone as I am?
How many sit, as I am, at home, whether by choice or by infirmity?
How many suffer tonight in hungry solitude, while others squander their excess?
I remember how my Mother ended up a willing prisoner with her own home
as she slowly lost the ability to breath, struggling to keep oxygen flowing into her body.
For the most part, the television was her sole companion; I have my computer
and while it links me to millions, I often feel as alone as she did.
How many others are out there, lost within their own self-built dungeons?
I'll occasionally catch my reflection in the monitor, and wonder if there is any thing
left to me other than these pathetic attempts to reach out to .... no one.
How many sit, as I am, at home, whether by choice or by infirmity?
How many suffer tonight in hungry solitude, while others squander their excess?
I remember how my Mother ended up a willing prisoner with her own home
as she slowly lost the ability to breath, struggling to keep oxygen flowing into her body.
For the most part, the television was her sole companion; I have my computer
and while it links me to millions, I often feel as alone as she did.
How many others are out there, lost within their own self-built dungeons?
I'll occasionally catch my reflection in the monitor, and wonder if there is any thing
left to me other than these pathetic attempts to reach out to .... no one.
