Loneliness
By Kim Foyle

 

In the late hours of night,
and the early hours of morn:
Silent tears fall from
my swollen eyes.

All my tears have fallen,
now my eyes remain swollen.
A sweet smile on my face
- a weak light in the winds of loneliness.

Each time a friendship begins
each break in my heart deepens.
I entrust my heart, all my emotions
only to be drowned in betrayal.

Now - my heart bruised and ravaged
is captured behind walls of fear and doubt.
My heart is buffeted from bruising,
from myself:

Loneliness whistles entry…

 
Kim is a writer who lives in South Africa and is currently working on first novel. She can be reached at last_lines[at]hotmail.com.

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