And memories
that wash away
The sun
hides behind a cloud
And inside
my screams grow loud
In a sea of
people, many a friend
Why doesn’t loneliness
end?
I stir the
spoon inside my tea
Why can’t I
stir something within me?
I get up and
make to go
Who do I
really know?
It’s better
to walk alone
Where you
can trust only your own
As I move
outside to make for bed
A drop falls
on my head
The heavens
fall open
Seems like
they too have broken
I notice its
tears fall on the window sill
Inside,
people having fun and their fill
Ignored,
taken for granted as it always will be
But I
noticed – you’re just like me.
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