Are the Gods Alone?

I wonder if the gods know how hard we must look for companionship,
do they understand that in all the world there are few we may truly
call friends?
and that of those, most drift in and out of our lives like the passing
of the seasons.
I wonder if the gods know what it is to be alone.

I wonder if the gods understand what it is to grow up,
to face each trembling day in quiet desperation to avoid the casual
cruelties of one's peers
and knowing that no matter how quiet one is, one is still too different
to avoid notice.
I wonder if the gods know what it is to be a alone.

I wonder if the gods know how hard you must work to understand your
own soul,
to look inward at a churning sea of emotions and try to discover the
combination of self
and realize with trembling that you are not who everyone said you are.
I wonder if the gods know what it is to be alone.

I wonder if the gods understand why we cry to ourselves in the dark,
to sob and shudder and sigh and know that there is no one to hear nor
care
and if someone were to find you in that state they could never understand
your private terrors anyway.
I wonder if the gods know what it is to be alone.

I wonder if the gods know how desperately we seek to hold onto our youth,
to look, feel and act younger then we are, mortally afraid of the terror
of age before us,
and once we reach the end why often we tell the young to care more
for love then youth.
I wonder if the gods know what it is to be alone.

I wonder if the gods understand what it is to watch those you love fade
away,
to die sooner or later and leave a hole in your heart where once they
offered comfort,
and to leave such a hole behind you when inevitable death takes you
as well,
I wonder if the gods know what it is to be alone.