Monday, 22 August 2011


I sit here alone

Alone, here I sit

The silent phone

My impenetrable wit

My insufferable muse

My existence forlorn

I long to abuse

my despicable form

This stubborn old mule

has nothing to give

This wretched sad fool

has no reason to live

The New Year Eve time

crawls beyond midnight

My paranoia benign

never gives up the fight

Alone, here I sit

I remain here alone

To misery I commit

In life’s game, a pawn