A Dull Ache Seated All Alone
Just look at the peak
Tall and sleek
Looking at the creek
With jealousy
A little enmity too
For the creek has its friends
Trees flowers showers
Towers of colored clouds
Prepared to appease it
With fire dousing rains
The mountain peak
Lonely monotone
Head to toe alone
A single standing stone
None to share the agony cones
Of grief
No bird no ballad
No pink clad
Deserted by all glee
Eleanor Rigby
Messy hair and dirtied skin
Frail frame lean and thin
To vacuum, she likes to grin
Almost an empty bean
Knee loves chin
Exhausted by her misery
Eleanor Rigby
Her stone-cold gaze
In her eyes the grey haze
On her face blocked sun rays
Starless nights and dark days
From loneliness sickly
Eleanor Rigby
See her at the county fair
There are vacant chairs
Yet she chooses to sit
Near the river beside a pit
Skin taking support from the bone
A dull ache seated all alone
A sculpture from wood or stone
Attempt to laugh bringing out groan
A torn paper with the wind blown
A voice of hesitant monotone
Alone alone and again alone
All colours monochrome
Though surrounded by people
Living in a desolate island
Walking along the empty seashore
A solitary story is she
Eleanor Rigby
Suddenly she collided
With him
Was about to slip into the river
He held her tight
A cup of tea
Eleanor Rigby
September 4, 2019
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