Lonesome

Disconnected, lost

empty, barren, blah

no zest, no zeal, no hope

alive without pleasure

nothing to hold so dear

cold and lonely

wondering why i'm here

unfulfilled and dissatisfied

drowning in the tears i cried

darkness threatening to devour

pining away

cowering in the dim

no one to hear the sobs

no comforting shoulder in site

no love for the lonesome

not tonight

By Erica Freckleton