'Lonesome.'

Solitude is bearing, It’s weight upon my back. Enclosed inside a nightmare... i am never coming back. Resolute i realize, As the winds of change blow hard; Tomorrow is not coming, Today will be my last. Save me from my madness, For i know it soon will start, Tomorrow is not coming, Yours truly is not art. i am not pretty picture, i’m fading into black, Enclosed inside a daydream... i’m never coming back. Emptiness comes calling, i bend before its feet. My hands upon my eyes. Demands i'm sure i'll meet. Solitude is bearing, It’s skin caresses mine. Enclosed inside a heartbeat... Caught within the rhyme. Suddenly it’s clear, Like the clearing mist of morn; Tomorrow is not coming, i know there’s nothing more. Stand me on the podium, And allow them all to jeer, For, tomorrow is not coming, i know it is their final cheer. My empathy lay thin, This blade i can’t retract, Enclosed inside a nightmare... i’m never coming back. Savior be untimely end, But, who will notice i have left? With my hands upon my eyes, I am dead.Sometimes, just being with others, friends, just isn't enough to stop the lonliness... and, this feeling of solitude and isolation is, at times, enough to make me wonder whether i am actually here at all. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 07:06 PM PST, harry luck    0 • 10