Drip, drip, drip
The rain falls from the gutter
To the gravel
Meanwhile, my mind unravels
Thinking about things
I cannot control
Trying to stop with a diversion
Before the thoughts gain hold
Loneliness beyond words
Yet, I'll try to explain
Not seeing or speaking to anyone
Takes it's toll on the brain
Sometime soon , I may be thrust
Into familiar social circles
Only then will I know
If I'll miss just the sound of a rice pot gurgle
SPILL
1 hour ago
Posts
2 comments:
It's a fine line, isn't it. There are times when solitude brings with it an unbearable lonliness, and there are times when solitude is the only prescription for peace of mind.
I often work alone all day and it can be very hard. Sometimes I long to speak to someone. I wonder if you will miss the comforting gurgle of the rice pot when you move. I hope you will think of it fondly but not miss it. I hope you will be too busy chatting to notice!
Post a Comment