Lonely

Lonely

The times of most despair

Are when the happy smiling

Faces are seen everywhere.

Then I find myself falling.

Of the things that hurt,

That hit me hardest,

Are the simple curt,

Polite enquiries.

People want too much

Of me. Things are such

That I cannot give.

I can only live

For and by myself.

Dave Urmston c 2016