Alone

As I sit here writing,
I hear the whisperings
Of all those who have gone before me.
Their whispers fill my head
With the sad, sweet memories
Of yester-year
And my soul
With a longing for the past.
All the joy in life has left me
Stranded on the shore.
In front of me
Is an ocean of pain;
Behind me, a mountain of trouble.
And still I wait for the time
When my broken heart can mend.
Others wait with me
Their love shining like a beacon
To light my way.
But they cannot help me.
For I am alone
With my pain.
No one has sacrificed as much as I
And no one
Is as alone.