I
am sadly as lost as a lost sheep
And
I bleat while I lovingly seek,
And
as I wallow in some sorrow
In
again comes the next tomorrow:
The
days are long, the nights hard,
And
as I write sonnets like the bard
It
aptly takes me to another sane place
With
a remedying, intellectual pace.
I
would like to share my company
Duly
with a loveable, likeable Lady,
Who
won’t judge me for being crazy
At
times with my mind being hazy.
I
have scars from insanely suffering
From
scares while self-harm sinning.
©
Andrew Stevenson 22/03/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
I only know too well the feeling of living in solitude.
ReplyDeleteNot a pleasant thing but hopefully things will change.
Good luck Andrew,
Yvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. Sorry you've experienced loneliness! Tut. I have empathy for you. Hopefully we'll both meet someone new? Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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