Once I’m done with occupation,

I plea and long for salvation.

Cuz after, I lose sensation,

And my world loses coloration. 

I wish I had someone there.

This loneliness I cannot bare.

Are there people even aware?

Does anyone even care?

The days are always banal,

The nights are also a shortfall,

Lately good days I can’t recall,

My life’s boring overall. 

I get it a lot- all alone.

None on earth I can call my own.