Friday, 14 November 2014

The Loneliest Man


The quiet thoughts no one hears

Long nights remembering my worst fears

Waiting silently for the sun to rise

Telling more people more happy lies

 

The darkness appears the thoughts set in

No-one to share the false clown grin

Another face for another crowd

Inner loneliness screaming out loud

 

No-one to listen, the crowd have all gone

A thousand people now I stand just one

Like a pebble stranded on a clear white beach

It seems this pebble is silently out of reach

 

The night awaits the loneliness begins

Another night were loneliness wins

Loneliness a drug I would love to ban

Alone writing the loneliest man

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