THE DEPTHS OF LONELINESS

Then I wallow in it alone

My heart thumping in the face of ignorance and lame

The windmill chimes from the open door inconsistency to my tone

The murch balls besides the tranqs with the needle far from the aim

My dreams fading into oblivion, roasted thoughts perhaps

Further, the waves took the mind off the grid the seconds

Then I am, left alone in the wilderness albeit it lapses 

I'm not done whimpering, it stays, it doesn't beckon

I lose the ends and embrace the present in its depth.

Long gone days measured by the long tiring journeys,

Forgo be it in my absence since my death.

Add no meaning to its own existence in my yearning.