Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Loneliness


Lonely trek of woodland trail,
Lonely mist in haze o’ dawn,
Lonely spies the bird of prey
In lonely circles all astray.

Lonely do these thoughts me make
That draw my blood of precious life;
Replace with stream of flowing pain
To bless my veins with coursing strife.

Lonely years are now my friends,
Lonely cries bereft of sound,
Lonely tears that cool my face
In lonely life of sullen pace.
 
as the sunlight slowly faded away
the city lights flickered on, one by one,
illuminating everything on the outside
and casting a shadow on the inside;

as time slowly ticked past,
the darkness inched closer and closer
spreading its shadows across the land,
my inner self comes alive,
Lonely...no more.