Lonely lonely
oh so very lonely
missing it wholly
lonely lonely
one lone toy
left in the box
the last hanging leaf
only child left by pox
alone are we
doomed to death
cry as you like
we take our last breath
floating through skies
empty and dark
passing them bye
souls with no spark
no sparks to give way
to fires end
and fire to life
life do we bend
bend as we might
life is still life
no matter what bends
is still a great strife
alone as we are
our friends unite
named death and pain
we fight the good fight
we are losing so
our forces kept
at bay the sparks
who in the past leapt
only in the past
they leapt to flee
the world that held them
so funnily
we used to laugh
at the graces we will lie
but now we can see
how little we defy
no longer do we fight
our forces have wained
our fight is over
no one is pained
we were the last
alive we banned
together to save
to make a final stand
the toys are all broken
the box left cold
the tree is now barren
wishing for the old
the child that died
who was the last chance
will no longer grow old
old enough to dance
lonely lonely
we wish to be lonely
lonely lonely
missing it wholly
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Collection of Me
PoetrySo, this is a bit of a collection of my thoughts and feelings and hopes and dreams and just about everything in between (hey! that rhymed! maybe I am getting the hang of this poetry thing! ... yeah not really). It started out being solely about poet...