my lonesome laments of solitude
I guess they are tired of dancing
to disjointed rhythms of my heart
I guess these walls pretend
they are blind
just not see my sorry self sprawled
on the bed, ruminating days
when lonesome moments such as these
existed in fairytales, works fiction
but these walls have been my unfailing
companions
lending a listening hear to the endless
laments of my heart
listening but doing nothing,
only silently acknowledging their
presence in my life
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