Loneliness

Loneliness The loneliness just goes on and on. like the cold still silence of a steel gray dawn. It’s a kind of loneliness that’s overwelming, and the only sound here, is that of the sink dripping. A bird did alight on my windowsill, but my need for company, he could not fulfill. He flew away, just as fast as he came, looking for others to entertain. I’d like to have friends; it’s friends I need Not sitting alone writing poetry. WordPlaya, January 2009