Lonely.

                                                             

When one is lonely

To keep from going mad,

Life is spent in imagination

Which is both, pathetic and sad.

You talk to a photograph

Invent a situation

Laugh out loud at a thought

Make-believe,becomes a fixation.

And in the lonely silence

While you sit with God.

You wonder if you brought this on yourself

Or is life,just giving you a prod?

In the hight of my performances

Reality comes a’knocking

The time lost in dreamland

Is just too damb shocking!

Loneliness is all around,but mostly within

Invoking desperate measures to run and hide,

Or just pretend and grin!

But no matter how you try,when you close the door,

There it is...your old friend,to haunt you,as before.