Loneliness Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

Loneliness

Rating: 3.1


I lie awake,
While the wind howls in the gables
And mice creep furtively among the rafters.

Where shall I turn to? What shall I do?
I run down to the doorway
But there is nobody, there's nothing new,

Only a Stranger walking at daybreak,
The blank, grey pavement and the empty cul-de-sac.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Kay 20 October 2006

I like this one a great deal.

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