Listen to the whisper, upon the breeze,
The time and years of lonely cries,
Within a room, company seeks,
Alone remain with self-defeat.
There were years of happiness,
Extinguished by youth, selfishness.
Idol hands play apart,
Give time thought
A heart, a soul is sought,
A personality seeks advice,
Suffering a fight and future plight
Within the depth of crawling out,
A spacious hell,
A promising tunnel of existing light.
No-more will be, an endless toil
A ruffle irons out upon the brow.
Reflections; of secrets lonely years,
The time and years of lonely cries.
The time and years of lonely cries,
Within a room, company seeks,
Alone remain with self-defeat.
There were years of happiness,
Extinguished by youth, selfishness.
Idol hands play apart,
Give time thought
A heart, a soul is sought,
A personality seeks advice,
Suffering a fight and future plight
Within the depth of crawling out,
A spacious hell,
A promising tunnel of existing light.
No-more will be, an endless toil
A ruffle irons out upon the brow.
Reflections; of secrets lonely years,
The time and years of lonely cries.
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 25.01.82
Chapter One
Reply To The Lonely Ones
No.6
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