LONELINESS

 
Sitting alone;
just sitting and thinking.
Simply deciding
but never confiding
a rise in emotion,
no sound; no motion.
 
Sitting here quietly,
just hoping and praying.
Simply tapping then suddenly
snapping at nothing and no-one.
And now it's too late,
what's done is done.
 
And you...

You showed me what life was all about
and all the things I was missing out.
The warmth of feeling sent my head reeling,
revealing my true self, 
hiding at the back of a dusty shelf.
 
Sitting in silence,
heart pounding defiance.
Trying to ease and trying to please
but no way can I say the right word
or phrase and my mind is lost
in a cold hopeless haze.
 
Sitting by the door,
remembering long ago.
Kissing life goodbye and
watching time fly through 
a life of dull routine, 
like some kind of still dream.
 
And you...

Defying, trying,
pleading and crying,
from extreme to extreme.
This is just not the way
it should ever have been.
 
And you... 
I still love you.
 
Sitting alone.
At home by the phone.
 
Just sitting alone
and waiting.
 
 
 
Written by Darren Scanlon, April 1986.
Revised by Darren Scanlon, 5th April 2015.
©2014 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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