Loneliness

by Brigid Doyle
LPDir@aol.com

 

 

The darkness stretches endless

Through gloomy silent paths
And holds the air in deathly chill
Where travelers dread to pass.

The silence screams relentlessly
It falls on stone-deaf ears
And reaches out its deadly grasp
To strangle useless tears.

The endless empty void of doom
Where hate and anger dwell
Is the bitter pain of loneliness

A place much worse than hell.



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