The Fruits of Loneliness

Written by: James Rasmusson

Estrangement is an empty house that brings us loneliness,
mining poems from deep within, a frantic frenzied prayer;
and problems soon confront us that we simply must address.

Tweak the score and rob the store as details you finesse,
the truth is like a putty that you shape instead of share.
Estrangement is an empty house that brings us loneliness,

Wishing not to board upon the hermitage express,
you take a route that’s mannerly and all would think is fair,
and problems soon confront us that we simply must address.

Attempting to be forthright you produce a squalid mess,
thinking that you’ve lost it ALL brings forth an eerie scare.
Estrangement is an empty house that brings us loneliness,

Clinging to your ego you conceive a passive guess,
skirting all around the fact that in your heart you care,
and problems soon confront us that we simply must address.

Being drained and out of synch bring worry and distress,
shrouding soul with ragged cloak of weft and warp despair.
Estrangement is an empty house that brings us loneliness,
and problems soon confront us that we simply must address.