Songs of the lonely

 

I sing the songs of the lonely

as a tear falls heavily from my

watering can eye.

I’m crying in the anguish

of another agonised sigh.

Languishing in the only way I know how,

just singing a mournful song,

searching for my own peaceful sky.

 

And if I was to stop my song

what would become of me?

Would I be just an echo

floating along

over that endless sea?

 

I sing. My lungs bleeding

razor blade words straight

from my heart to the air that awaits.

Would they cut the tension

like a knife through butter?

Or just smear the plate with

wasted emotion

because I left it too late?

I mutter breathlessly

as the words start to

clutter my head endlessly.

 

And if I was to stop my song,

just cut the chords

and pull the mic from the amp,

Would silence dull

the sounds I hear inside,

the voice telling me to say hi?

Would the fear evaporate

and become just another

cloud in a different sky?

Or would it

cloud my eyes

causing more tears to cry?

 

 

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