By: Charles Aldux
11/3/2021
It's A Lonesome World Out There
It's a lonesome world out there.
There's a song.
That lasts too long.
Without a prayer.
Even stones shed a tear.
Of stories without an end.
Will it ever surrend?
Others may find it strange,
Perhaps find it queer.
That m' psyche's become deranged.
Twisted words r' things I've begun to fear.
In this atmosphere.
That is something of a song.
That is endlessly long.
With strange patterns and melodies.
Will it ever end?
I wish it never did appear
A letter I've wished to send.
But the outside won't even lend an ear.
Lonely on the dock I sit.
I wish I could get rid of it.
The song it plays back and forth.
Silent echoes from when I give my retort.
The loner's song of the pit.
I look into the sky.
And no one says hi.
The world around.
Doesn't make a sound.
As I continue to echo my cry.
The song goes on for eternity.
I'm just begging to be released.
But nothing may set me free.
I'm alone at my feast.
This is too quiet, way too much peace.
No one ever wanders through these accursed streets.
The sounds mixed with the lonesome nights.
Brings an eerie melody.
Somber through the cold rain, turning the streets to ice.
Is there no remedy?
The sun and moon avert me and it really bites.
The song'll never end, it doesn't play nice.
The streets are empty.
Such lyrics that bend, of lugubrious rites.
With intonations so unfriendly.
Such words I dare not recite.
The ones that hear.
Cursed are ye to lend an ear.
In this malignant year.
Even stones shed a tear.
Without a prayer.
There's a song.
That lasts too long.
It's a lonesome world out there.
