Arms Of Loneliness Poem by Nick Kler

Restraints of separation
Tormenting wait
Are so very intense
Worst than living this hell

They're always
So very adamant
On taking us quietly
Into the arms of death

Not that I miss her
Not that I regret her
But, it's all about
Those bells and whistles
You've created together

Now, they come to haunt you
They haunt your dreams
Up until the daylight
You have nothing left to say

Now, when she wears em
She looks Oh! so exquisite
Even in my darkest hours
Smile comes back to me

Bit of my youth
A bit of the truth
beautifully wrapped
Behind her reflection

Insisting on taking me away
Somewhere far far away
Into the arms of loneliness
What else is left for me
Nowhere left for me to go