The sun sets on another day
It was a strange sunset. Both beautiful and quiet. Even the birds seemed to stutter and go silent as the sky darkened. It was as though there was a dream, or a little more.
Yes, another poem. I am like that sometimes.
Alonely
It’s hard to know which one it is and hard to know for sure
The lonely times are upon us all even if your heart is pure
The times are tough for people know that lonely is the way
Lost behind a citadel of binary bits that play
The lonely times they cry to us and bleed us into despair
They attack are very being and no one seems to share
The vile streams take us away and doom scroll us again
And as our fingers push along it beckons to our end
We’re lonely in a crowded room we’re lonely with us all
If we don’t start shutting down our minds will surely fall
And here I am calling out to you and trying to let you know
That nothing’s wrong except the streams of binary you seem to know
And if you’re sitting in a place and don’t feel you have a home
You should know that as long as I’m here you’ll never be alone
For when the world is falling down and you don’t know the end
I’ll reach out and find you and we’ll start this good again
So as the sun sets on another day, let’s not be lonely. Find those people who we enjoy and make them ours, and in the process, find a path to enjoy it all, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and enjoy…