Alone

No one seems to share this misery
the burden of a single soul
down that path of gold
that crowded lane
so alone
down that narrow lane
I see beggars, my kindred
so alike yet different
Begging for that pot of joy
not that bag of misery

Hands raised in submission
in self pity, in humiliation

Yet I am marked
with a differnt stroke
branded with depression
not with iron
imprisoned by mind
not by bars
eternal remembrance by these scars

No one seems to share this misery
and I carry it myself