The Sound of Lonleyness (standard:poetry, 110 words)
Author: LonelyJeremy	Added: Apr 17 2008	Views/Reads: 3441/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I think it speaks for itself

In the dark I heard a sound 

I lay and breathed and looked around 

A mouse?  A rat? A rustly dress? 

But no - was just my lonlyness. 

I heard it pushing at the door 

I heard it breaking on the floor 

It laughed at me and made me cry 

And made me wish that I could die. 

I hid my head under the duvet 

And never breathed or even moved, eh? 

I was depressed all through the night 

Until the very mornign lite 

How can ‘alone' make such a sound 

When nothing's there, nothing's around? 

And what if others hear it too? 

And what if the hearing person's you? 


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