If Loneliness Is…

Red are the embers
that caress the
morning mist.
Evoking the
ghosts of
last night’s dream.

Upon the dawn
they fade
merging forever
mellow, as my thoughts
meander inside my head.
Stored and boxed
kept for those rainy days
when my head is lonely –
laid upon my pillow.

You might ask me
if I am unhappy
I could reply –
for what is happiness but
a state of mind – when one’s a wake

I can hear you  thinking:
she is lonely…  if loneliness
be the fear of waking up
in an empty house, where
the only breath is mine
then yes I am: for ever guilty
of this soul destroying crime…

Poppy 2013 ~xx~

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