There
is a glistening
Moisture
felt in the soul
An
ache in the heart
Loneliness
starts this way
You think
that it will pass
Instead
it grows
You fight
and fight
Hoping
that the forced gaiety
Will
drown that growing darkness
For a
time-it may water it down
Shades
of grey-almost clear
Your
face wears a pasted smile
It is
a cancer without a cure
The silence
of it kills
It feeds
on your need
It feeds
on mine….
©cb July 2012
