There is Richness in Loneliness

Walking through the muddy
waters that everybody stands in
makes me lonelier than
a clown that tries to
tickle himself
without an audience
And there is a crowd somewhere
that wants company
companionship
But afraid of the ripples
that approach
 while wading
Stagnant are they
those tall, short, stout
stick figures twisted and bent
to stay fixed
Even the clown tries
The pantomime lies
closing all eyes ceasing to live
around all that dies
And die the lonely
to the loneliness that be-stills
them
Can anyone say, "No" to you
if you have no ears to hear?
Only the lonely reads lips
And only they mouth what they
are too afraid to say
Mud holds much rich nutrients
Yet, who has the time to search
for them?

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

A great write TT very profound my friend...

[Siddhartha]

Yes indeed there is. And only artists can put their finger on it...