Even loneliness is accompanied

As the night sinks down the throat,
Of the day’s deep cavern that stinks
Don’t ask me about the day before,
Or the flowers that were gifted, awaiting kisses’
Why wait for shadows that lean out and disappear,
And voices that lit up every little prayer for a chant unheard;
Oh, and why do the moist air holds on to my breathe in despair,
And the lane that I walk alone is so much the same,
That so many foot prints ahead and behind
Sometimes even loneliness is accompanied;
And I feel to cry aloud so hard.