The only sound is your own footsteps
alone walking up to your home
hearing a voice realising it is yourself
no other person is anywhere about
putting the key into your door lock
you enter the only noise your clock!
Home from work being in company
into the emptiness of your domain
a contrast you find is hard to bear
not what your plan was meant to be
into the usual routine making the tea
dreading the evening you switch on tv!
Few friends or relations call or visit you
how did it get into this state
trying not to think of the past too much
once again dozing in that comfy chair
how nice to have a companion here
before all alone you disappear!
That sensation of being trapped in a lair
is consuming as few know you are there
an increasing factor of society loneliness
where there is also a growing coldness!
The Foureyed Poet.