When?
When the house is still
And every little noise
Is a threat; an intruder
Into my silent home
When the night is cold
And I wrap my blanket
Tight about my body
To fight off the chill
When the days are long
And the nights are longer
And my time is wasted
On melancholy thoughts
When I'm lonely
When I need a friend
When it all gets to much to bear
That's when I wish
That you were there
Jon
Mon 9th Aug 2010 22:46
Hi Steven,
Feelings of isolation,mentally as well as physically leap out from this,but I like the short,brief way you've attempted to convey your inner turmoil here!