The Toll Of The Lonely Poem by Patricia Gale

Woe be to the lonely heart
For it cries silent tears
Its unseen pain is hidden by daily deeds

Oh the night when twilight gleams
The heart spins in words
Stopping to create a verse of loneliness

It sings of its lament
Heard only by its soul
Mournful sorrows deep and dark

Chains dragging against the being
The clunk of the door closing on its captive
Locking despair in the cold cell of hell

Empty and cold the surroundings be
The dungeon of hopelessness
The pit of mortal abandonment

Vultures flog bout’
Waiting for the moment
Ripping the eyes of love from their very sockets

Insanity and madness
Knock upon the door
Slithering their way through the cracks

Eating the flesh revealing their prize
The delicacy it graves, the heart
Leaving a black hole for what once the source of love

Woe be to the lonely heart
For its tears are never heard
Dying slowly of a silent death