Abyss of Loneliness
i sit here
aside the lake
grounded
in thoughts
alone
the full-moon rising
casts a lambent light
on the watery stage
where the orchestra
of night normally plays
there is no song
falling off cricket's wings
no cicadas of melody
singing along
the flowers stand tall
for they cannot bow down
to the final chimes
in night's call
when a breathless wind
befalls around them
i sit here
aside the lake
grounded
in thoughts
alone
there are no echoes
of footsteps
to follow me
through the confines
of darkness or mind
just a linger of thoughts
and shadows
that cannot speak back
through the abyss
of my loneliness
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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