Loneliness

 

 

I live alone and

Too have to bare

The solitude silence

Of isolation.

 

Unable to choose a 

unique thought to 

dwell on in the 

Vacant hours. Unable

to resurrect the 

Living from the dead.

 

The clock on the wall

Keep me from going 

insane as it’s Ticks and 

Tocks breath  life into the 

quiet spaces.

 

An empty vessel lies here.

A tomb of unrequitedness 

Lies still in a world that

Continues to dream and grow

 

The hum of the fridge joins

This unwelcome guest 

in chorus... a naive  

Child like choir begins 

mouthing it’s pain.

 

Gurgling and spluttering

Trying to sync the notes 

Correctly. Then cutting 

out at the most

Critical point

Returning to a hush

Before the triumphant 

Refrain

 

Unable to articulate the

Sentence,your inarticulate

Screams resonate 

In the canal of ur ear.

 

I’m alone but not lonely.

My pictures on wall keep

Me warm.. They are like

Past picture post cards

From friends in sunny

Places. Spain, Portugal 

The algave, Benidorm.

 

Believe me when I tell u

What loneliness sounds

Like. where u can no

Longer stand the 

sound of the numbing

Torment of ur own brain..

 

It’s mechanical ploddings

In your cerebral cortex,

Feeding ur dopemine 

Starved brain.

 

Feeding ferociously on

Grey matter. Churning

Overr monotony in in-

Excusable thought.
"Excuse me, are you

Prompting another?
Could you please 

Say that again?”

 

The lavender experience

Is like bathing ur mind in

Soap suds. Then watch

Ur brain disintegrate Like

Bread. The beginning of

dementia feels at home here.
It’s ground hog day allover again.

 

Now my lonesome hours are

Spent in the Hussle and

Bustle of my kitchen. The

Epicentre, a written world

Of expansive universal

Metaphorical prose...

 

Deciphering each fibros brain

Tisue into characters, that

Paints life on to the pages of

My little black note book.

 

I’m lost in the pursuit of a

Universe of random organised

Chaos. A world of poetic verse.
They plea for union silences,

As each syllable Loves to be

Individually heard...

 

I’m happy with my loneliness.

It’s my one and only true friend.

 

I count the hours by burnt out Match

Stcks and low tar drum,

Until the fun begins again