Writing Is a Lonely Street

Writing is a lonely street Wandering thoughts Knocking on doors No one answers Knuckles bleed from Persistent rapping Footsteps echo throughout The lane without a chase Acknowledgement is too Busy to acknowledge Muse is not amused Decaying in its one-bedroom Apartment stale from not Getting enough oxygen Solitary coffee breaks And patting oneself on a Stooped shoulder add to the Isolation of being alone Sharing thoughts with others Occurs once a month in a Structured writing group At the neighborhood library To make members feel united And cozy while reading their Latest poems to listeners who Listen with captured attention Time is over with the playmates of The sandbox which provides some Temporary solace while walking on a Lonely street up to the third floor of The isolated flat Written on April 5, 2016. Submitted: August 22, 2016