The Contempt of Loneliness

Loneliness escapes through the
Wells of disappointment, demarked
As stolen words on lost texts
Where radio sirens play holo bells
And remarks on stages

Like Saturday calls and greets
Its final guests, so, too, do I
Leave you with the last toast
To yesterday, and fallen
Ashes, like riddles in the rain

Sometimes perspective escapes us
Not out of lack of desire for
Clear sight, but ushered out of
Deep regret for the living
Experience is sadness and disrepair

Loneliness is fragrant to those
Who have trespassed life’s
Contempt for peace and
Stability in favor of music
And the sound of beauty