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& the lonely will always be sad
Winter is harsh
cold & dark
Lonely people cry to the night
Their only companion in the dark
Far long roads
leading to oblivion & the inevitable void
Lost in space
which is our brains
When the sun goes down
on a winter night
our demons come out to play & chat
Happy holidays
everybody seems to say
but all you can think about is
"is it really worth it?"
Like snow
coming down from
the crying cloud
our thoughts are all over the place
Thinking is beautiful
but not in this case
It really is
a long way down
says the snowflake
as it hits the ground,
melts
& leaves no trace
behind
cold & dark
Lonely people cry to the night
Their only companion in the dark
Far long roads
leading to oblivion & the inevitable void
Lost in space
which is our brains
When the sun goes down
on a winter night
our demons come out to play & chat
Happy holidays
everybody seems to say
but all you can think about is
"is it really worth it?"
Like snow
coming down from
the crying cloud
our thoughts are all over the place
Thinking is beautiful
but not in this case
It really is
a long way down
says the snowflake
as it hits the ground,
melts
& leaves no trace
behind
Published 31st Dec 2014
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31st Dec 2014 10:37pm
1st Jan 2015 2:38am
I don't know how one so lovely can understand so well how lonely feels, but you have expressed it so absolutely... jj
6th Jan 2015 5:21pm
11th Jan 2015 4:35pm
Your words strike the heart like a lightning bolt from a dark raincloud at dusk. Indeed, the winter of life is dark as our eyes begin to fail, harsh as society forgets us and no longer cares about our well being. Crying for our companions who die and leave us with so few old friends and lovers to share words and embraces on our journey down the path to dine with fate. Only to find we cannot remember our favorite foods to ask for at our last meal as we look across the table at faces we don't recognize even though they have been there nearly every day of our lives. Memories melt like the disappearing sound of the heartbeats of loved one who have returned to ashes and dust. Is there an after life to rescue us from the never ending loneliness of caskets beneath the green lawns of cemetery walls? Loneliness is a prison for the forgotten...
