Only The Lonelier

Only the lonelier
know how to cry
on the inside
where the wood is rotten

Only the lonelier
know how to soothe
the burned out cave
where their dream was forgotten

Only the lonelier see statues
where others see people to touch
Only the lonelier feel the ache
of unfelt flesh

And when the moon is singing
Its song of yellow sighs
Only the lonelier love
its cold and empty skies
Only the lonelier hide
from the cruel world's eyes
as every night an unseen soul
in silence blinks and dies

And only the lonelier
know of them
for only the lonelier
are wise.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.