LONLINESS

Eyes open

Head hung low

Wanting to renature

No strength to go.

Ever so sigh lent

the quiet type.

Yet walking the line

between sorrow and fright.

No human contact

No loving glance

Instead eyes are opened

in constant trance.

Ever so longing

for someone to care

spiraling the staircase

to the pit of despair.

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

Good poem! I love the writing structure and flow of words you put in it. Awesome job!!

[Whiskurz]

You write very well my friend.......Whisk