Lonely state of being void <br />on oneself zest is devoid. <br />none else there in the dark <br />except the thoughs that spark. <br />left in solitude tears falling <br />in pain this heart is crying. <br />nothing seems right remains <br />emptiness filing up sustains. <br />Self pity devours this bore <br />say no jest for me anymore.<br /><br />Marvin Brato Sr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loneliness-40/
