ESTRANGED

Lonely, I walk

In hypnotic circles

In the darkness of night

All astray like the estranged  bird of prey

Surrounded by nothing

Altogether pieced and waiting

In the darkness of night

Lonely, I sit and think

As wine pair with my lonely diner’s dish

Just flowing pain and nothing

In my veins but a coursing strife

Sorrow and hate

In the darkness of night

Lonely cries bereft of sound

When sleep is nothing

But a yearning wish

Is this my fate?

Am I so late?

In the darkness of night