Friday, April 2, 2010

What is lonely?

What is lonely?

I seem to love to wallow,
In its pathetic throes,
I seem to think it’s cool
To linger in its woes,

I stand away looking
At the chatter, the crowd,
Move I want to,
But glued to, are my feet
With hulkian strength,
I now slowly take a step,
Mingle I shall today,
Even if its my last breath!