Lonesomeness hits after the midnight hour; as the more
Lonesome it gets sitting still
As a flower, wanting mine
Petals to be felt.
Wanting mine spirit uplifted,
Aye, mine smile to return.
Still a boy I am inside this man,
A creature who hast seen
Prison cells, where devils
Cringe and yearn.
An afterhour bard,
With a cloudy wind
Creeping betwixt his
Window pane.
me synchoreíte,
The child inside me
Is peeking once
Again.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
Lonesomeness hits after the midnight hour; as the more
Lonesome it gets sitting still
As a flower, wanting mine
Petals to be felt.
Wanting mine spirit uplifted,
Aye, mine smile to return.
Still a boy I am inside this man,
A creature who hast seen
Prison cells, where devils
Cringe and yearn.
An afterhour bard,
With a cloudy wind
Creeping betwixt his
Window pane.
me synchoreíte,
The child inside me
Is peeking once
Again.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Word meanings:
Mine: means (my) in old archaic form.
Aye: yes.
Hast: has.
Bard: poet.
Betwixt: between.
me synchoreíte: greek dialect meaning ( excuse me) its pronounced like (may-seen-choreetay)
