Dark contemplation
As silence reigns in the moment
The empty room held quiet court
The ticking clock announced the verdict
A sentence of 4 walled isolation
Is this all there is
In a world filled with life
I am alone
Alone in my space
Alone in my head
Alone in my heart
Alone in my bed
As the days cycle in endless repetitive review
I am left to contemplate
How they disappeared
In disgust
In loss
In death
I am left in the midnight hour
To try and comprehend
The meaning of it all
If there is such a thing
While I keep my own company
Enduring each moment
Asking
Why?

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe