Loneliness
How it has crept
like dark clouds
hanging on the horizon
but immutably moving on,
blotting out
every sense of joy
that was my life.
Trapped, ensnared,
the net, strong,
a voice, mine, cries out
"I want to be free"
but no one hears
and I remain
there's no escape.
Will no one hear ?
Will no one understand ?
I wish to be free,
I want to talk
I want to belong -
free from the darkness,
let me go.
If clouds could go
and the net be broke
I could live
every sense of joy
that was my life
and no more thought
of..... loneliness.
© and written by Paul Newlin