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The light Above me is on And I'm lonely Outside a plastic bag Blows in a hard wind Like an empty hand waving at me And I'm lonely Once there were names That meant something more Than their names And I think of this And I'm lonely I see the hallway light flash on As a passerby walks down the hallway stairs Wondering where they're going And I'm lonely I push the button It takes me downstairs I lift the glass It takes me - for a moment - away from here And the stars burn out And I'm lonely Seven lights hover outside my window in squares One goes out Another turns on And I'm lonely Poorly painted golden window latches React to the warm wind outside the same as I A sense that all will be changing soon And I'm lonely Where do the lonely go, when there is truly no one? Some go mad with work, drink, ****** and drugs Other's with family, social circles, and religion I outside the hyena's circle who are devouring the decayed And I'm lonely Funds for overseas prose panics me I see no end for I have experienced no beginning Allow me to view the rules Digest them and give me time to recover Noon strikes a silent chord prickling the hair upon my arm And I'm lonely There are four lights on now outside my window One with the blinds drawn The other lit only by the grey blue glare of a television set Meeting midnight brings me none of the old Feelings of dusty comradery or delinquent joy And I'm lonely Three more lights There is hope They are gone after only a shutter of a tease Back to the comfortable four The death of a Winter spent in discontent And I'm lonely On a hillside I rested Alone with thoughts of her What I knew then I know now Some days are meant for rain And I'm lonely Parted by facts dealing with science and faith Love became an issue immediately There are only two rules in Love One does or one does not And I'm lonely The night is neither setting nor rising The moon hovers over me like a noose Like a scythe Like an ancient medieval axe And I'm lonely Only a single light on now At the very top almost past my view The wind is still blowing The bag still waving And all I am Is lonely
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
As the Hallway Light Switches Off (And I'm Lonely)
The light Above me is on And I'm lonely Outside a plastic bag Blows in a hard wind Like an empty hand waving at me And I'm lonely Once there were names That meant something more Than their names And I think of this And I'm lonely I see the hallway light flash on As a passerby walks down the hallway stairs Wondering where they're going And I'm lonely I push the button It takes me downstairs I lift the glass It takes me - for a moment - away from here And the stars burn out And I'm lonely Seven lights hover outside my window in squares One goes out Another turns on And I'm lonely Poorly painted golden window latches React to the warm wind outside the same as I A sense that all will be changing soon And I'm lonely Where do the lonely go, when there is truly no one? Some go mad with work, drink, ****** and drugs Other's with family, social circles, and religion I outside the hyena's circle who are devouring the decayed And I'm lonely Funds for overseas prose panics me I see no end for I have experienced no beginning Allow me to view the rules Digest them and give me time to recover Noon strikes a silent chord prickling the hair upon my arm And I'm lonely There are four lights on now outside my window One with the blinds drawn The other lit only by the grey blue glare of a television set Meeting midnight brings me none of the old Feelings of dusty comradery or delinquent joy And I'm lonely Three more lights There is hope They are gone after only a shutter of a tease Back to the comfortable four The death of a Winter spent in discontent And I'm lonely On a hillside I rested Alone with thoughts of her What I knew then I know now Some days are meant for rain And I'm lonely Parted by facts dealing with science and faith Love became an issue immediately There are only two rules in Love One does or one does not And I'm lonely The night is neither setting nor rising The moon hovers over me like a noose Like a scythe Like an ancient medieval axe And I'm lonely Only a single light on now At the very top almost past my view The wind is still blowing The bag still waving And all I am Is lonely
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ashby-brown
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
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