loneliness

I saw a picture of two sisters with so much love behind their eyes which prompted me to imagine what life would be without friends.

Alone on the dance floor my heart torn asunder
nothing left to be certain of without you!

Dreams of a beat without direction no more the soul to add to reflection loneliness creeps like an all encompassing shroud of violet credenzas I shall weep forever and a day should this ever occur.

Heaven would be a finer place tis true but what on earth would be left without you? one of many so joyous nights recalled in my dark and weary remains.

Fallen dejected devoid of emotion nothing left to give as there is no longer any to receive the love I once counted as everlasting.

I am empty Alone on the dance floor my heart torn asunder
nothing left to be certain of without you!

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

A great exploration of a perennial topic.