Abandoned

Alone in a hole
No one in sight, not a soul
How did I get here?
What about friends and peers?
Perhaps this is meant to be
Perhaps this is me
I can live on my own
Without someone to call upon..
Three decades spent in misery
Ofcourse this is meant to be
Need to strength to carry on
And be strong,  be firm!
Still, I yearn for a friend
who can accept me, a fiend.
If every jar has a lid,
why is mine so hard to fit?
Cleaning tanks and filling them again
Is this whats in store?
Greener meadows and blue skies
beckon me towards them to fly...
Still, I wish to visit not alone,
Perhaps I am not so strong.