Lonely Am I Poem by EDWARD FRANKLIN

Lonely am i
lonely are the night
where the light
are afraid of the knight
lonely are the days
without the rays of the sun
and no friend to play with
Lonely are the season
with no greater reason
of keeping me lonely.
lonely are the years that
i fear the spear of loneliness
to bless me with tears
lonely is this place
Lonely am i
that i reach for a knife
with no one to know
how i feel
to tell of my feeling
my feeling one cant sense
mine in the silience of sorrow
too deep to speak
what a cruel word LONELY
which penetrate the solitute
of the night that will
never end.
Each day i wake up with a frown smile
only to meet the agent of Loneliness