The Lonely Twit. Poem by Wade Harlaine

Night after night I lye alone
your love your loss I do bemoan
shallow I thought your wants your needs
recant I do I’ll sow their seeds
Too late it is for you have gone
my numbers up I’ve lost the one
it’s cold to feel the empty space
where time is heavy, lost all pace
When lights go off I walk with dread
to a coffin of angst a lonely bed
your dreams your hopes they did despair
I sprung a trap to exhaust your care
and now I sit in quiet melancholy
head and actions supreme melon folly!