Andrew Charles Forrest

Of Loneliness



Of Loneliness

 

Perpetual sand, the timer’s glass

The watched clock, slows the evening’s pass

I hear voices of spring by Johann Strauss

A haunted mind in an empty house

Comments8

  • orchidee

    A fine write Andrew.

  • sylviasearcher

    A beautiful write of the ache of loneliness

  • dusk arising

    The torment of a lonely soul's ache with time. A haunting write.

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    THANKS ANDREW ~ We all suffer from lonliness from time to time ~ especially when we are separated form the one we LOVE ! As you know ANGELA (NZ) and I (GB) have been separated (physically) by 11,500 miles for over a Year (but our hearts still beat as ONE) between UK & NZ. I have plenty of Friends (and so does Angela in NZ) but at times we long to touch and not just talk ~ on phone or skype ! In OCTOBER I am travelling to NZ to bring ANGELA home again to Essex. We are getting married next year and we will never be lonely again ~ AMEN

    We sit alone & try to Guess
    How such an empty ROOM*s
    So full of lonliness !

    Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
    Love in the SPIRIT A & B 🧡🧡🧡🧡

  • Joe Dawson

    Is this really loneliness or an idle moment seconds before the house bursts into life with the arrival of friends keen to read your latest work? Or might it be: Late at night when you're on your own and your friends have all gone home, may I say you should stay away leave the Ouija board alone ... Good work, thought provoking too.

  • Goldfinch60

    Nothing prepares you for the sound of an empty house.

  • Michael Edwards

    I can 'feel' the loneliness in this.

  • Neville

    Terrific in a very sad kind of way.. this is certainly a great write my friend....and bloomin true... Neville



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