To chase the lonely blues away,
I write this now to yesterday,
And say to them; all those I miss,
I'm sorry it has come to this.
Now down this longing list I go,
Filled to the brim with woeful prose,
A lovely way here to express,
What it's like; this loneliness.
Now I'm awake at 1 AM,
Wishing I could speak to them,
To cast away the silent spell,
Known as sleep; to make me well.
To see them all now up and rise,
And hear the call of daybreak cries,
A Rooster-bird or some-such pet,
I'd jump for joy as sadness left.
For now's the time where memories reign,
And every one does have a name,
To call to me and mark their time,
Stealing peace then from the mind.
Yet if I could just speak to them,
The loving souls of kith and kin,
I'd know right then without a doubt,
I'd found a cure for lonely bouts.