Loneliness
A poem by Paul Pizzolo

Loneliness

It might sound ludicrous,
But I am alone
Despite the friends,
You can't depict my tone.

Cars, houses, money,
You think I have it all,
I wish I could stand up,
And be counted tall.

I roll into bed,
Looking at the ceilings.
It's hard for me,
To describe my feelings.

Am I lucky,
Or ungrateful for what I own,
I wish I was a dog,
Chewing on my bone.

More worries than delights,
I wish I was complete,
This is a game,
That I must compete.

I know that I am too fastidious,
And I want to do my best,
I dream it would be all end In my coffin I rest.

Stop being too demanding
And enjoy the ride of love,
You are now in heaven,
It is not above.

You are my character
You are my spirit
Just relax for now
And slowly inhibit.