Night

..my lonely night

The low talks,

the chanting,

the murmurs and the thoughts within.

Then,

the yellow bulb spreading warmth across the room.

And, the empty hours.

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Awe sad, but this is a good poem. Thanks for sharing. :)

[indu]

yea..the loneliness ._.

[the_stoic]

chanting and murmurs all within yourself ! loneliness personified .. nice write

[...]

. i found him and then i mucked it all up ... some of it is fate and some of it is folly ... if only ... you weave magic ... intense magic ...

[Ed Hart]

we are not like birds that mate for life; sometimes one goes their way; sometimes we outgrow the other, or each other...but lonely is a emptiness that has to wait...your words tell this tale very well