School hath begun
The clock ticks
Like how his raging heart hears it;
This is the sound of an angry gun.
The sheets serves as a cover no more
Leaving the body prone to the selfless cold
Little boy, tis time for school
Why thy face so blue?
I smell the anger of pity on thyself
The sobs thy pillow suffer
As if none can hear
But while you weep,
Loneliness sleeps
He is your sworn friend
Yet thy sobs, they matter to him not.
Weep not child
For You make me sad
Nonody here far or near
To sing thy songs
So you hate yourself
And forget,
We have stood the test time.
So child weep not
Lest you'd be ungrateful.
Embrace me, do not despite me
It is I loneliness and i call
Tis time for school
Why thy face so blue?
Doris Mawusi
YOU ARE READING
Loneliness, I Call
PoesiaIt is one of the lonely peoms, but in this case I loneliness stretch out to comfort my little friend, no it is but a sarcasm.
