Letting In Sounds, Light, Images...

a road leads me to nowhere
so i am not going
i want to stay with you
but you are not here
takes time to learn again
what loneliness is

at midnight i open the main door
open the windows
i let in air and moonlight
and some blown leaves
i let in the sounds of bats
i welcome the rain from
a hole in the roof

so,

who is lonely now?
not me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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