Mourning And Loss Series: Loneliness(1)

Where will the day come,

When I can hear the sound

Of Joyus conversation.

Or the footsteps of running

Anxious to greet me.

Even maybe just slight sound

That at least acknowledges me

again.

Or will I be

Stuck here,

In a dark abyss

With the only exit,

Only Leading me back here.

 

One day I could hope to see

The city lights

The skyscrapers of the night

The cars Moving along

The noise of conversation,

Gracious Greetings,

Infectious Laughs,

Again.

But even if I were to go

There will be nowhere I’ll long to be

Or anything longed by

 

I have had friends

I had family

But all had left me behind

In this world.

 

As I wander,

Over their graves

On a full moon

And starry night.

“When will I be able

To have a full life,

AGAIN.”

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