The Lonely Time - Poem by Margaret Cox
What harsh bitterness brings the lonely time
Waiting and listening for the hollow chime
Hurt and sadness, with pointless dedication
And all to hope for is numbing medication.
The painful sting from yet another rejection
Lies that for so long have avoided detection
To give of your all, and then suddenly find
It has all been a game to confuse your mind.
Look out of each window, and what do you see
Nothing, no-one comes to love or comfort me
The gentle wind softly whispers, the sky is blue
But they give no answers as to what I should do.
Oh where are the dreams and the hopes once there
And the fighting spirit full of determination and dare
They are all cast far away on a bleak deserted beach
Beyond the sight and always hopelessly out of reach.
Even fierce stinging tears bring no comfort of release
Never to ease the heartache, or bring longed-for peace
Enveloped in a shroud of deep loneliness and despair
Only the longest of lonely times is what I have to bear.
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