Loneliness, Feels
This feeling never changes, only dampens or amplifies...
In the darkest hours I sit and weep.
All alone, I cry out and seek
For a friendly ear to hear my sorrow,
And tell me of a good tomorrow.
Voice loud, my friend, of a greater life.
Speak, forever, of a better time.
Than this one filled with so much strife;
That can turn, so heavy, on little dimes.
Happiness is something I once knew;
Honestly believing it was true.
Now I know twas' all a phantom.
Brought to bear with glorious anthem!
Happiness, to me, is now only a feeling.
Once felt by those sincerely, seeking,
And found, in time, I thought I did;
Tho' I was lost, and confounded.
Now I, alone, lay despairing.
Who will rescue me from dying?
Drink and smoke are friends to me;
Never leaving; always, meant to be.
Like once love, I drink them in,
Not knowing where, how to begin.
Do I begin again at the start,
Like some naked work of art?
Or uncomplicate the canvas painted
With every, single, brush untainted.
I did once imagine though
My soul absent this much woe.
But now, I fear, my bed is made:
No gold, no silver, no pearls, no jade.
And who is this that lies beside me?
Tis' nothing and no one; fore'er to be.
About the Creator
Michael Grube
I am 36 years old, an Army veteran, and officially divorced. I have been writing since i was young and have always been told that I have a knack for it. I've tried my writing a few novels, but my heart lies within poetry and journalism.
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