LONELINESS:

Loneliness is the tumbleweed, in forgotten old town,

It´s hidden behind sad smile, of masked, painted clown,

Loneliness can be found, in the lost & lurking corners,

Around grey old tombstones, of sad forgotten mourners.

 

Loneliness is a bird upon the wire & the last standing tree,

It´s in the last of the species & in the man, who´s never free,

It´s in the dry tears of places, where the raindrop never falls,

In the distant footsteps heard, tiptoeing along death´s halls.

 

Loneliness is last cloud drifting, way up high upon blue sky,

It´s the lost smile & falling teardrop, dropping from the eye,

It´s in echo of the lone voice & in the moonlight walk for one,

It is written in the dark places, where there´s no friend of sun.

 

Loneliness is the forgotten jacket, left within closet of the dead,

The pillow that is now empty, of the loved one´s missing head,

It´s space between two empty arms, with no one to embrace,

It´s the place within my heart, where I keep your dear loved face.