Lonely

Lonely As The Word 

Every morning at dawn! The cock crows 

Reminding me of the empty bed I laid in 

The taste of it swept cold by the sheets 

The cock in between the legs stand strong with strength

Humbled with no hole to slide into

The sun smiles and mocks the loss I possess

Eyes set upon heavens the whispers in the air of grief 

And when the sun falls asleep 

In its beauty admired in the west 

The body trembles and shakes 

Awakening sight of moon planted and the stars sowed in the sky 

Into the nights the foxes shit and shout 

For am drawn again to the empty cold bed .