The Shrine Of The Heart

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Lonely Man

I search but cannot find
a hand to hold,
a heart that's mine.
Long, long night awaits...
my lover Loneliness-
she shares our
forlorn bed.
From the eaves shadows leer
I try but fail to shield
myself from the horde
and their dark sneer
Reality is dead...
the perfect drug not found
The lonely soul-
in chains, he must be bound
No voice to fill the empty air
No loving touch to bless the thin, dry hair
A silent scream explodes within...
Once I was the pampered child of Love
but now I've fallen...
vanquished...
A pauper...
in my foe's realm...
The Kingdom of Lonely Single Hearts.

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