Thursday, April 14, 2011

Poetry & Song

The lonely ones write poetry and song,
Bleeding out their hearts through pen
They look to belong.

Nights compared to day are always long
Staring at the clock and asking when.
The lonely ones write poetry and song.

Verse will make the weak will strong
Next time, over and again
They look to belong.

Finding the right verb just might prolong
A twinkle in the eyes of women, men.
The lonely ones write poetry and song.

Minds chaotic, faces long
Holding breaths, some count to ten
And look to belong.

A copious and tragic throng
Composed of souls struck now and then.
The lonely ones write poetry and song;
They look to belong.

2 comments:

  1. Villanelle? Am I right? Did I spell that right is the next question?

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