ECHOES LONELY

Solitude pines
Behind the lies
Of mistrust
And self doubt
Its awkward gaze
Its cruel ways
Its angered voice
To shout.

The lonely days
Ignorant ways
That swiftly
Turn to night
Its curtains drawn
A lacklustre thorn
That bites into
The flesh.

Dawns eyes to wake
An empty gate
That moves 
Within the wind
A bitter choice
No confident voice
Just echoes lonely
Sad despair.