Treasure Island

sydney carter


Lonely Night


My heart is running dry
There's not a shoulder to cry
Everyone's a stranger tonight
It's such a lonely night

Lonely are the stars, lonely the night
A lonely cloud wanders, silently it cries
It's raining tears tonight
It's such a lonely night

The waves washed away my sandcastles
The eerie darkness holds me in shackles
Even my shadows desert me tonight
It's such a lonely night

So far are you, that you can't hear my cries
My heart doesn't beat anymore, yet it never dies
I bleed alone, not a soul in sight
It's such a lonely night

Submitted: Saturday, June 04, 2011
Edited: Monday, July 04, 2011

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  • Bobby Deveaux (3/8/2012 8:59:00 AM)

    I had to create a membership just to vote & leave a comment :) I really like your poem. Keep writing. (Report) Reply

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