Open Mic at Art6 Gallery

Open Mic at Art6 Gallery

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Lonely Last Night

The rain reminds me of
the solitude this evening
brings to my bed.
In these sheets I lay
alone and motionless,
listening to the
pitter-patter of the drops
landing outside my window.
My prone position
feels uncomfortable but I
remain here, unwilling
to move, as if
this is the penance
I must pay for
not following my heart.
She was right there
for me, but I was
the timid one, unable to
block out the voices
within my head
and outside among the masses,
telling me this kind of love
just could not be.
So now I lay here
alone, the rain providing
its medley of melancholy
to capture my feeling
of loneliness.

1 comment:

joanna said...

V., i think this is my new favorite of yours. there is such sadness, but a beautiful, real sadness.