Losses and false compensations float in <br />Through my window and circle around me <br />In a room full of grey furniture where there <br />Are only gestures implying complex relations I try to move with the hard blues <br />And harsh yellows of day to get to the night <br />That will take today farther into another day <br />And then perhaps tomorrow I will understand, <br />Long after the time has passed <br />The eye of night will carve a new phantom <br />To haunt me but I will still remain alone<br /><br />Christopher James Kurtz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loneliness-32/
