The Weathervane

How  desolate
I am

When  I have time
And  silence and
No  company  but my
Own  to think in

Reflect on the recent
Passing of time
On  loss
On  love

On  the silence of a
Cold house  late at

Inside I rage with
Heat and despair -
I am blank  and
Red  at the same

The  blue hollows
Beneath my  eyes
In the morning

Attest to the fact
I did not sleep

That in the silence
Of  loneliness
There was no
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