Lonely

Lonely is a single traveler
on a dark and winding road.
Lonely is the burden
of carrying a heavy load.

 

Lonely is a beautiful song
that noone's ever heard,
and lonely is the wait for death
by a broken wing'ed bird.

 

Lonely is an elderly man
waiting patiently for death
and the medicinal sound of
the life support machine
that assists his every breath;
And lonely is a place I know
where there are no lovers left.

 

Lonely is the emptiness
inside my hollow soul,
and lonely is the sound of the wind
blowing through its gaping hole.

 

Loneliness is second only
to the darkened void of death
and loneliness is taking
that 'Right' to Hell
when I should have made a 'Left'.

 

Lonely is the sound
of an infant
who sadly cries in vain,
and lonely is his addict mother
shooting poison in her veins.

 

Lonely is the boy
who will never become a man
and lonely is the brink of disaster
upon which I know I stand.

 

Lonely is the poem
which has gone on long enough
and lonely is the sympathizers
who say I've, 'had it rough'.

 

Lonely is my life
lived without family or friend
and lonely is the last word of this poem
because it's always at the...

 

End.

 

By: Nathaniel A. Booker, SR.
'Genius under Construction'

© Nathaniel Booker

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

Wow excellent piece. So much thought put into these and feelings of loss. Very well done.