STREETS OF LONELINESS

Pain striking my heart,

Like a tolling bell.

When will it find love?

Who can tell.

I walk the streets,

Of loneliness.

How sore my feet.

And I'm lost in this mess.

I live my life,

In a zombie trance.

Never to laugh,

Never to dance.

My wings,

Too broken to fly.

And my eyes.

Too dry to  cry.

My heart,

Too hardened to feel.

My life,

Too empty to be real.

I wander the streets of loneliness.

Looking for comfort.

Looking for rest.

Looking for love.

I am homeless,

Inside.

And there are black skies above.

Copyright © 1993 by Alexander McDonald

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