Lonely Tears
Lonely Tears
Dear Diary,
What it means to be free
I don’t know
But I do know about solitude quite well
I have been trapped
Many rounds of nights before
For a sickness arose from hiding
To petrify all of us into fear
And now I have forgotten
How the sun shines in these concrete forest
People who had a plethora of enthusiasm
Now sits in homely cages in silence
As I read “Hell is a Lonely Place” by Charles Bukowski
As boredom eats their mind