Do you lie lonely at night?
Worn out an done with fright.
Ever have you tried to fight?
The stark, cruel an silent night.
Do you in your thoughts flounder?
Like so much of blown powder.
Isn’t it? You try to sleep.
Only to hear your heart weep.
Crickets, their unending whirr.
in a lonely heart doth fear stir.
Distant call yon tahoo tahoo,
or frantic shriek of a cuckoo
Wish you; for flowery gardens?
An collect instead silent pardons.
Do you try to soothe your self?
Or pick a book off the shelf?
Can’t I see you once more?
Even if you bang the door!
O’ I lament we parted ways
I squirm an dream of olden days
The landscape is barren bare?
Hushed, aback, now to where?