Loneliness

The title says it all .....

Loneliness is a ticking clock

Inside an empty room

That echoes round inside your head

And you feel just like a tomb

Its a cacophony of silence

As you stare across the street

And desperately want to hear

The sounds of passing feet

To watch and see the happiness

Of others passing by

Whilst you are sitting quietly

Watching clouds go by

You know the room so intimately

Everything in its place

At times you feel its choking you

And smothering your face

Deep down there .. inside of you

There's just an empty space ...

of broken dreams and memories ...

why can't they take place?

And so you drift off to your bed

To try and get some sleep

Days and nights can seem like years

Tomorrow ...... maybe peace.

 

Phil Sanders

Reviews

[Carl]

The ticking clock. The empty room. The longing for something to fill the space. The aching heart. The lonliness in some people who sit there dasy after day do the same things see the same poeple eat their meals at the same time of the day. You have captured lonliness perfectly in this peice. a quality write

[Fran Marie]

Quite sad yet beautifully expressed and well penned~Fran

[Amor-de-angel]

Nice work, this has a good flow thanks for sharing

[Rain]

A brilliant, insightful, but also sad piece. Still, poets look for the deeper and more hidden meanings. Rain..

[The Ponderings of Bella]

Very well done! Your poem flows and I love the way you make the lonliness seem too familiar .... as if the narrator has seen it all too many times before. Your poem speaks a truth and the reader sees and relates with what lonliness is.......Good job! I thoroughly enjoyed it :)

[Yemaya Theresa]

So Beautifully sad. I like this line:

Its a cacophony of silence

Great use of words

[Candle in the wind]

This is beautiful and uncannily familiar...cacophony of silence...To watch and see the happiness Of others passing by Whilst you are sitting quietly Watching clouds go by....inside of youThere's just an empty space ...of broken dreams and memories ...why can't they take place?Oh god ...thank heavens tomorrow is another day.