Loneliness

It is an empty page

A lone actor in a stage

 

No one is reading

No one is watching

 

It is an artistic tome

An abandoned home

 

Nobody is admiring

Nobody is caring

 

It is a beautiful song

A dream that I long

 

No one is listening

Nothing is happening

 

A choice which I own

In tears it is grown

 

A time to think and atone

When no one says “you’re alone”

 

 

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10:00 pm / 26.01.2014

In my Flat / Sunday