Lonely Am I

Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Lonely am I, in so many ways

Lonely are the seasons
Lonely are the years
So lonely am I, that it brings tears.

Lonely is this place
Lonely is my life
Lonely am I, that I reach for a knife

Lonely is this court room
Lonely is my sentence
So lonely am I that I ask for repentance.

by jim foulk

Comments (2)

Ted Hughes Liked cigarettes and booze But it would incur his wrath If you said he murdered Sylvia Plath Just a little poem of my own - comments welcome!
Oh man. Such sorrow.