Lonesome Soul
Off and on, I feel lonesome, can't arise.
I'm in such pain surfeit, can't drowse.
Rolling aside sweeps hurl, toss on the side.
Drop to my knees, leak why I have cried.
Cipher on this planet appeals to me.
Constantly on the stand for the story.
A sapped shell is all that is left empty.
Deserve the sign that dwells is ready.
My heart weeps for your insight.
And your unwavering devotion.
I was ecstatic when left late at night.
And refrain from refuting to any notion.
Or a flower will bud in life's greenery.
Keep your head apart from scenery.
Written: February 18, 2022
A Brian Strand Rime Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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