No One Called Today

No friends I have …… The rain beats down upon the glass, I sit and stare across the street; The hours and days so slowly pass, “Oh Lord, please help!” I now entreat. The wind is chill, the sky is grey, My mind is dull, so cold I feel; I close my eyes, so hard to pray, No prayer, no love, my life can heal. Foreboding, grey and dull the sky, The rooks now gather in yonder trees; So piercingly shrill they scream and cry, “Can nothing now but death appease?” My life so drab, my brain so numb, The mist and drizzle in light so grim; E’en the rooks too cold, succumb, And now my life and thoughts grow dim. Back I lie and gently doze, I hear the blackbird sweetly sing; As shadows about me softly close, No knowing what night will quietly bring. No one ever called ….. 1 June 2018 In this poem I have striven to reflect the plight of so many elderly people living on their own in cities or towns where a transient population lessens the possibility of neighbourly connections being developed. Of course not all city, town or village areas are like this, but I have tried to portray the issue in this poem. Please note the contrast in the words used in the first four verses with those in the fifth – leading to? – who knows what. Enjoy!