Lonely

Lonely

By: D. P. Sumner

There is a time in everyone’s life

When the heart feels pierced by an ill-sharpened knife

A wishing for something but happy for nothing

The waves have no shore, the clouds have no break

The wind is deadened, the sun feels so fake

A companion is all that one truly desires

A light that can stand up to solitude’s fires

 

As the wolf sings his song to the courteous moon

And the dish runs away with his best friend the spoon

I sit and I wonder if my savior will come

She is the light to my fires

Or my soul is undone.