we fought united, but we fought alone.

In the small hours, I’m the only one alive,
A clarity in loneliness and meaning to derive.
But the world wakens, I shrink, I shrink again,
No clarity, no joy, only vacancy and pain.

Veiled in the mirror, a soul I cannot see,
Just tired grey eyes which may belong to me.
I’m not cast from metal, nor hewn from stone,
I don’t want to be a loner, but I’m always alone.