This MIGHT be about someone with a mind-altering problem having thoughts. I looked at my father who had Alzheimer’s and this might have come to mind then. OR, it could have been me long ago, suffering from a TBI and knowing that something was wrong, but not understanding what, at the time. The mind is unique and sometimes not easy to fathom..
Lonely Heart 2018-33
The lonely heart beats; outside,
A songbird sings his song, nearby
The quarter hour chime of an old
Grandfather clock sounds loudly.
A sigh, a sob, as tears roll down
Cheeks in salty twin rivulets.
Perhaps a reason for emotion shown,
But only quiet sadness expressed.
Filtered light through paned
Glass reaching, touching,
A dusty smell lingers, competing
With a favorite pet odor.
Hands silently twist a lace kerchief,
Into a single strand,
Trying to relieve the tension
Held deep inside the bosom.
An overstuffed chair squeaks,
With well-worn discord, while,
Nearby a purring sound quietly
Lends its rhythmic cadence.
A word suddenly escapes, “Why?”
No answer expected, only asked, as
The lonely heart tries to keep pace,
With the tick tock, tick tock……
Den Betts email@example.com