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 on.
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.
Waiting…
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WAITING
Life alone is
a desolate reign,
feel no remorse,
no fear, no pain.
Dark lonely days
and endless nights
with no chance of living,
or more pointless fights.
My reasons, pure and simple.
A growing need with mouths to feed;
to reap the seeds I’d sown
and a place to call my own
Like a cynical silhouette
dancing in the night sky.
Waiting.
Watching.
Time to say goodbye.
“HANG HIM!” the mob cries
but is this price not too high?
Hearts and minds
have been closed for so long
and they fear, now, to concede
that they may be wrong.
Sun kissed land
and dry river bed,
will I even be missed
when I’m dead?
No songs by the fireside
for this weary gent,
just a tear shed in pain
to a solemn lament.
Like a cynical silhouette
dancing in the night sky.
Waiting.
Watching.
Time to say goodbye.
Blackness.
Blackness all around.
Deathly silence;
not a sound.
A piercing cry
breaking bated breath.
A murderous mob
cheering a cruel heartless death.
Like a cynical silhouette
dancing in the night sky.
The long wait is over
with a tragic goodbye.
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