MY LONELY CALL

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

This callous night
Has no regrets
Love has died
And pain reflects
Its shadow dark
Upon the floor
Of an empty room
We are no more.

This quiet night
Its voice is mute
Its sorrow framed
Heartache acute
With silent steps
Upon memories trail
Hand in hand
No longer brave.

Moments whisper
Hours melt
Remembering how
Once it felt
As if the walls
Of life to fall
Now distant is
My lonely call.

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  • orchidee

    A fine write N. A lonely wait for you at that bus stop. All the other passengers gave up and went home. lol.
    Oh lol, I read of a rusty bus stop being replaced in a village that has no bus service. They say 'It's in case buses do run here again!' Bit like you waiting there. lol.



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