Lonely state of being void
on oneself zest is devoid.
none else there in the dark
except the thoughs that spark.
left in solitude tears falling
in pain this heart is crying.
nothing seems right remains
emptiness filing up sustains.
Self pity devours this bore
say no jest for me anymore.
Marvin Brato Sr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loneliness-40/
