Silence all around,
Not a soul, nor sound.
Heart beats, I hear, dim;
Stillness haunts me grim.
And I’m here alone,
I’m here alone.
Sometimes I call out thy name;
To ruse this fading flame,
Of us being together,
My folly in this icy weather?
But you’re still gone.
You’re still gone.
These tears that I so tame,
At times all but blame,
On us this distress,
A painful needless mess.
And it’s time to come home,
Yes, it’s time to come home.
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A painful needless mess… distress. Loved the melancholy
You described perfectly how it feels to be alone before a person begins to appreciate the solitude. Beautifully written! ♥
It is definitely time to come home..This was painful….I could actually feel the words and that my darling, is a genuine compliment.
Painful no doubt. but I loved the ending.
There is pain in these lines, no doubt, yet I also feel an inkling of hope of togetherness that is coming up in the future. Nicely done, Naba!
as they said above me, a little too much pain here… find your way back to the happiness.
There's a difference between being alone and being lonely – you've captured the pain of being lonely so well, Naba. I've been in this place, so I know.
nice one .