Loneliness is illness

A silent danger

 

If left untreated,

May prove to be fatal

 

Symptoms include

Wishful thinking, an ache

 

Somewhere in the thoracic cavity

The pulsating need

 

To be with someone, to talk

Of everything and anything

 

The dryness of the tongue

It withers from silence

 

Your mind is never quiet

Your mind is never quiet

 

Voice in your head one evil, one

Less so battle it out from

 

Dawn until dusk, dawn until dusk

Dawn until dusk, dawn until dusk

 

A gust of wind blew your resolve away

You hide in the dark corners

 

Waiting the day to relay

All the words stored up in your veins

 

Fatal are the words left unspoken

Fatal indeed is a heart left broken

By the harshness the ever present sharpness

Of this bleak and cold existence

 

Left with days to live the sick

Bleed out the words poisoned

Cleansing themselves

Of themselves

And they fade in the morning’s light

Freely floating, feather like winds

Carry them home