I once had a vision.
A vision of my death.
Alone, I was,
on my death bed.
No one was there;
no one shed a single tear.
Alone, I died,
the same as how I lived.
Alone, I will always be.
Solitude is my only company.
Alone,
Forgotten,
I might as well be dead.
You should really stick to writing poetry. I think you have a little something there