Dejection

When the stars high above beat my face
I feel that sensation in my soul raised.
Thinking of my wasted number of years
That creeps in me a kind of fear.

Alone when left with my ownself
All I do is let my mind wander…
Am I a destitute soul created?
That’s the question I often ponder

Love, such a beautiful thing always
Y don’t I have in my life I yearn
Is this soul a cast-away?
The lesson I failed to learn

Is it in the corner of the creator’s mind
That I will never be ignored somewhere
One day someone will turn her head
To know I exist there.