Loneliness is a disease <br />That has attached itself to me, <br />I can’t shake it, <br />My face is pale gray <br />Like a corpse or a mourner, <br />I just watch the flowers of my dreams <br />Begin to fade <br />Beneath the sweltering sun <br />Of disappointing reality <br />And know that I’m undone. <br /> <br />Drugs could never lessens this pain, <br />Musical therapy fails to strike <br />A positive chord with me. <br />Every thought is shallow and empty, <br />I can’t save a smile I had yesterday, <br />I feel betrayed by memories, <br />They smirk at me. <br />I now cherish visions of welcoming graves.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visions-of-welcoming-graves/
