LONELINESS

Loneliness,
foul tentacled creature
emerges from the parchments of my past
every arm of the beast
embraces my sinking shipwreck of a heart.

The sea is only salt and space today,
an unforgiving abyss
Ever more cold,
hollow blue ballroom,
walls draped in solitude
the dancers pale inhabitants
crawling like living ghosts.

Devoid of friends, a man is much less than an island
Deprived of hope, my smile is no life saving spar
I wander, lost, like a wind beaten bird
awash on the waves of my doubt.