Lonesome

If you, at night, sit lonely in the corner
And cancel each attempt to reach your soul
To infiltrate your self-inflicted order
To crack a tear into your wicked boule

Then dimly you suggest being alone
Lost and forgotten all around the world
Your heartbeat – dull and airless – like a stone
Reminds you of your harsh self-given word

When sadness cradles your imagination
Don’t even try to fool yourself with fear
Persistency, freewill and doubt rotation
Will help you further to bring up the rear

What if you had some words before you die
But no one would be there to comprehend
Forget it, in seclusion to descry
If you are truly lonesome in the end

Fejwin, 04.09.2008