So it’s the late night “lonelies” here again <br />Sitting and fretting with nothing to say <br />Sitting in the dark remembering friends, <br />Swallowing scotch with the devil to pay, <br />For a downtown past and a rural future, <br />For a sorted life and a broken back, <br />For longing for love when I wasn’t sure, <br />For the fulfilled dreams that I lack. <br />It’s a lonely world with nothing to say, <br />It’s remembering friends in the past <br />It’s smoking and drinking every day, <br />It’s wishing and longing for love to last. <br />Yes, the late night “lonelies” are here again, <br />Yes, the late night “lonelies”, my only friends.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vii-the-late-night-lonelies/
