Blank Pages

A lone palm tree near the beach Sometimes groping for something in sky Some other time coming down on the ground Seek frantically a lovely eye Eyes do come but palm stays calm On the beach smile bottles of rum A lone river towards the ocean Gazing above at the floating cloud In between a vast vacuum Aspiring to sing aloud No sound resonates in the voice box Quick passes the grey sly fox There are times when the river leaves me Robbed of all chime air is paranoid Page after page keeps crying empty Lost into barren blue, moment annoyed Getting into thick crowd broadens the void So sitting alone with dark Pink Floyd A solitary mind on a desolate road A solitary pen to a full blank page A lonely heart bearing hollowness loud A bird of forest locked in a cage In a vase of flowers despair and rage The ship gets no ground for anchorage Helpless shadow of chin on knee Lonely lonely and mere lonely ____________________________________________ July 23, 2016 Loneliness Contest