Lonely Monster

You are a frightened child in a grown mans body.

Huddled in your own sad hollow world.

Naked holding only yourself for comfort.

Afraid of the beautiful world we live in.

What color is the sky in your world?

Druid clouds of darkness?

Raining tears of sadness?

Does the wind blow freezing, cold, chilling lonelness?

With thunder like sounds of hatred and madness rumbling through your Mind?

Do your hear the defining sounds of isolation and self-depreciation?

Heal thine self!

Your angry eyes are the windows

To your soul, I see you.

My God, You are Sad to behold!




Patty Hermes      

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A bitter reminder of the things I became sadly aware of during my end of marriage soul searching. "99"

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