Woe Is Me

Often I contemplate death
Casting my gaze
Unto the stars.

Searching for my place,
My purpose, for I feel
My place rests with them.

To feel this small
Amongst the vastness
Of creation, raises to question
One's true belonging.

Do we belong?

When searching for strength
In my darkest hour;
To whom do I turn?

Forsaken.
Cursed to walk [wander]
This earth alone!
How can I go on?!

What fates hath
Deliver such [a] cruelty?

To be known
But moreso [to be] understood.