Loneliness Corrupted By Fishes
Homesick while at home--candles melt like promises
Surrounded by friends and family, yet terribly alone
In the sobbing mystery that is humanity
I touch these homey artifacts, reading them like Braille
(Although one who does not know the meaning of the runic mounds)
Could perhaps explain the syntax and parenthesis--thank you
Contributors: | F, Karin, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 15th December 2003 by Anon.. |