It has to do with destiny, have none
To hold grouse against, neither blame to toss
The one to walk two steps along
That companion never did stumble across
Wonder at those blessed with happiness
One of a kind to whom amity did befit
My dreams like delicate petals lay shattered,
For love never blossomed, perhaps it was beyond the remit.
Peculiar seems this juncture, where have I arrived?
Everyone appears alien to me here.
Whom do I confide woes in, nobody would pay heed,
Conjecture of hope is a fallacy sheer.
Hoping someone would reach out or
Give-a-shout, patiently I stood around
Inebriation held me together in life, since
Fidelity, friendship, love bequeathed no rewards abound.