Lonesome Thoughts

Not here, not there, not anywhere.

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Something’s up,

I’m not sure what.

It’s lurking around corners

Of a misused soul.

A tone-deaf note

Echoes in circles,

Screaming my name.

Screaming the shame

Of a life lived in chains,

Of a dream lost in trains

Of thought

Trickling like dew,

Beautiful and skewed,

Haunting and true.

A vision

Of pain and loss,

A violinist’s clue.

It stares at me breathless.

Loneliness clutches my hand

It asks me to dance

Well don’t mind if I do.

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