Friday, May 25, 2007

My Call of Loneliness

Let there be a story for all to share;
it need not be peculiar

Doesn't really matter if its a trite,
a plot thats been oft repeated and hackneyed

And originality is my last concern
as long as there is someone
to tell me a tale, give me a talk;
I would even give you the expression of shock

By now you know, its my loneliness calling
melancholy's rising as shadows are falling

Beneath the ground beside me, my neighbors sleep
peacefully oblivious, my call no one heeds.

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