An Inner Loneliness
This is Loneliness,
A darkness like death,
A burial in grief,
Grey, rain and desolation,
These are the ghosts,
The crumbling monuments,
The dead forever searching,
A life fleeting,
A loneliness lasting.
A darkness like death,
A burial in grief,
Grey, rain and desolation,
These are the ghosts,
The crumbling monuments,
The dead forever searching,
A life fleeting,
A loneliness lasting.
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I've had a particularly recurrent dream for the better part of six years; I am searching for something whilst completely isolated in a monumentally large cemetery. This poem is an extraction the feelings this dream leaves with me and the need to discover I crave while its in play.