'I am lonely, will anybody speak to me'
By Jesse Young (2011)
Of dreary hue; black, the accursed dog. Its callous sport, to bite me into night.
& ever; black that night - stolen away and kept from light.
My loneliness; stark, saps will – all but gone. Isolation brings, an end to ambition.
& ever, disconnect – bitter taste; nihilist condition.
Once encountered; woe, irrevocable. A malice strike, not easily undone.
& ever, in the thrall – darkness all; battle never won.
Is reaching out; folly? Fatalist notions. Obstructed, colonial mentality.
& ever, misguided – learn to accept banality.
A final plea; hear, an impassioned cry. Optimism, forgotten-renewed.
& ever, still this hope – fleeting chance; shall the black night lift?
