A place where
Many sorrows bite
A lonely dawn
An endless night
The quietness in
A moment leaning
The torment in
Deep thought searing.
The idle breeze
That sweeps away
The corners of
Each room that stays
The melancholy in
The passing eyes
Of well known strangers
Lies despised.
Each greeting handshake
A welcoming kiss
That falls sweetly
Upon the lips
Of time itself
In a mixing bowl
The torture of
A broken soul.