by anthony g
my name is mr lonely
i talk through unanswered means
no reply through the day
mr lonely sits alone at night
mr lonely presents himself,
but no one seems to notice.
standing on a highway, in front of several cars
not a single one lets out a honk.
so mr lonely moves away, heading over to the graves
he finds an empty spot, over in the shade
digging a six foot hole with his invisible shovel
and diving straight in.
dirt and rubble fills his soul,
at least he isn't empty now.
tucked into the earth,
safe and sound.