By the bye. I wrote this last night when I got in bed after having posted here...

Lonely is a lonely word

Lonely is a lonely word: I hate it when it calls on me
A hole inside me opens up: It takes away what once was free.
I try to seek a place to go, to fill the hole that lonely brings,
Inside my heart, in side my mind, an echo echoes as it rings.

I seek a solace somewhere close, the quiet waters calm me down,
I watch the moon and stars dance by, seeing bedtime on their own
They step below that far off line as I can see the horizon clear,
But lonely haunts me, brings me down, taking calm by bringing fear.

I look within myself for strength, to take away the pain I feel,
And realise it's beating me, eating on me like a meal.
Oh lonely is as lonely does, perpetuating great despair,
I cannot let it get a grip with my emotions lying there.

But then I see a distant light: In my minds eye it grows and grows
What is it made of? Whence it come? My spirit lifts and starts to flow
For Lonely sometimes is a switch that when turned off there is no fright,
Allowing you to feel again all life's wonder: life's delight.

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