Lonely

feeling the ache, the lonely singing poetry through the soul who knows what it is to doubt, the music, the joy, the tears. feeling the dark, the longing burning silence through the night, who believes in the nocturnal, there is wonder so big it provides, all the beauty held by the life, who trembles with the stirrings, feelings so alive… feeling the silence, flowing beneath the rivers of quiet, soundless pouring out its peace, its solitude dreams inspired by the whispers, the sighs, endless beauty, weakened by pain, limitless hues of beautiful, feeding on the poetry, the promises… feeling the heavy ache of a lonely that will never forsake, lonely you take to the grave, feeling that doesn’t quite partake, feeling, alone and awake, promising the night to penetrate with the soul soothing music, poetry in flames, poetry that amazes, it’s like a stardust saying… feeling so awake, feeling that will always stay, feeling the ache, the lonely, satisfying the way that only lonely can inscribe, writing lonely on the soul.