Being-----Alone

Through the window view, a frozen lawn with unclad shades of gray A cheerless room that claims the dawn, of another winter day The morning breaks in stillness, cold, and quiet loathing dread With rote routine, he breaks the loaf, a slice of frozen bread He looks around, and takes a breath, the familiar scent of wrong The early angled light comes in, with shadows deep and long But who would know the glare from dusk, from glare that comes with dawn? When no one comes, to share the meal, to hear the lonely song So now the kitchen aches, and reeks with brooding, empty stare The room depicts, what might have been, the silence of despair Before him sits a plate of food, a table set for one A cup of cold, a cigarette, a man who sits alone Being here, alone again, upon the jagged edge Too long becomes, a heart so numb, no strength to climb the ledge _______________________________________________________