I sit alone: the house is empty.
The drone of the radio
Sits in my ears. Solace.
Not alone, just lonely.
The cold blazes.
At last the sun will rise.
Morning has broken;
It is a day of rest
For some, but for me:
A day of solitary.
The day blares on,
Traffic allures the weary mind.
Am I busy?
Maybe one day…
The window is my friend;
My friend is blighting bliss.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
I sit alone: the house is empty.
The drone of the radio
Sits in my ears. Solace.
Not alone, just lonely.
The cold blazes.
At last the sun will rise.
Morning has broken;
It is a day of rest
For some, but for me:
A day of solitary.
The day blares on,
Traffic allures the weary mind.
Am I busy?
Maybe one day…
The window is my friend;
My friend is blighting bliss.
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