Lonesome ...

Lonesome I stand;
Against a setting sun,
Watching the shadows grow tall on me.
I fight like everyday, thinking, wondering;
If this is just life or is it just me,
My questions remain unanswered and so are the meanings;
I try to notice the glimmer still, but most times the surrounding darkness enwraps me.
So gives me happiness as that is all I ever wanted from you ....