Voice of Solitude

Hours pass,days go

unnoticed

no one wants to know

no one even cares.

If only someone,could 

stop and knock at my door.

Silence is killing me-i

periodically mutter to my self

just to keep sane.

a plate of spaghetti-spent;

An unfininsihed poem

from a previous

encounter,gracefully sits 

and stares at me relishing a 

melody of lament-

i cry out,just to hear

a sound beyond my

silence-

Loneliness embarasses me at times

so i clothe it,

i bathe it in amazing terms

"Lovely loneliness",

but with time it crawls in

to claim the truth to its name

"I am LONELY"