lonely I am, lonely I would be
in the world of people surrounding me.
so many to be with, so many to care
love so abound and I can share
still I feel a vacuum inside
a struggling thing, wish I could reconcile
making me think at times
tinkling bells of wind chime
waiting for wind to blow
as life gets its “jolts”
starts ringing when they come
for others they are joys, sorrows for some
hollow created, left lonesome
a hollow full of grief,
still something of belief.
a hollow expanding its seams,
still something adorned with dreams.
hollow, a clattering noise,
something, a peaceful voice.
lonely I am, lonely I would be
in the world of people surrounding me
this “something” fills the hollow in me
don’t know what it is
perhaps something for, my existence has been
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