So it’s the late night “lonelies” here again
Sitting and fretting with nothing to say
Sitting in the dark remembering friends,
Swallowing scotch with the devil to pay,
For a downtown past and a rural future,
For a sorted life and a broken back,
For longing for love when I wasn’t sure,
For the fulfilled dreams that I lack.
It’s a lonely world with nothing to say,
It’s remembering friends in the past
It’s smoking and drinking every day,
It’s wishing and longing for love to last.
Yes, the late night “lonelies” are here again,
Yes, the late night “lonelies”, my only friends.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vii-the-late-night-lonelies/
