Loneliness

Loneliness Barren the wasteland flowed in front of my feet. Nothing save a pebble in this desert does repeat. And behind me years lost in my embattled defeat. Time lost forgetting the taste of bread. Time lost forgetting kisses on my son's head. So much inside me is dead. and every day the sky is muted grey like that little girl ignored by her father like that skinny dog with no shelter every day lasts a year and every year a lifetime to bare in front of my feet nothing everywhere (written for the poetry contest titled LONELINESS) 7/27/16