13th
An Ode to Loneliness…
Inspired by the Lonely Hearts Club, those who cannot find the will to share…
A moonlit night
So high in the sky
Hangs down from above
Like a lonely light
In a one room loft
She sits down
Kicks her shoes off
Breathes deeply, intent
Before she drifts off
It doesn’t hurt that bad
She says to herself
Though it’s not how I dreamed it would be
I wear this cloak, a shroud of black
You don’t want to see
Night moves in
More swiftly now
Without the distraction
Of life somehow
Should I shake it up
And try something new
To help me
Try to forget you
It doesn’t hurt that bad
She says to herself
Though it’s not how I dreamed it would be
I wear this cloak, a shroud of black
You don’t want to see
Solitude is a much nicer word
Easier to accept
Without the pain
Accompanied by the night
That grips the center of my self
