Loneliness Poem by Philip Vincent Sanders

Loneliness is a ticking clock
Inside an empty room
That echoes round inside your head
And you feel just like a tomb
Its a cacophony of silence
As you stare across the street
And desperately want to hear
The sounds of passing feet
To watch and see the happiness
Of others passing by
Whilst you are sitting quietly
Watching clouds go by
You know the room so intimately
Everything in its place
At times you feel its choking you
And smothering your face
Deep down there.. inside of you
There's just an empty space...
of broken dreams and memories...
why can't they take place?
And so you drift off to your bed
To try and get some sleep
Days and nights can seem like years
Tomorrow...... maybe peace.