Lonesome Poem by Mark Meck

Unwilling to leave for home tonight and slip into bed again,
Too cold for comfort, too free for freedom,
Too spacious for one person, especially one without a partner.

Memories of lost relationship take centre stage
Haunting the haunted like a haunting dream
To your aid come thoughts of some past relationship
That fill but cannot fulfill

For some time the horror retreats, hiding in the grey of the brain
You fantasize in fantasies of love, just a fleeting realm
But like reality the real comes back to haunt yet again
As the horror of loneliness outsteps the grey of your mind.

Your head reels under an intense ache
Your veins feel stretched and your mind feels like tossed in air
You are turning and twisting, seeking the refuge of your blankets
The night wears away and new day sets in
Slowly like so sudden, you are rescued by slumber till early morning breaks.

Mark Meck
15/10/19