The Depths Of Loneliness

The brewed liquor of the past night

Swept the day's cheer, the sunshine,

Shallow laughter through endless nights

Piles upon the mind, the real me decline.

Couch beneath the chandelier reflecting luxury

Sings unstoppable tunes, but words lost,

Chilliest breeze creeping in, sends a shrill

Shadow on the wall, a less wild ghost.

Then consciousness returns like a spark

Breath stimulates the soul and mind,

Heavens! It gives hurts, nothing more

Conversation with self, less kind.

Such strings, I am ready to let go

Shall somebody hold me never before!

Then I am seated on a golden cloud

Ready to fly with a compassionate core..............