Poetry

Rift...adrift..grows,
For, so many broken vows.
A day...gloomy and grey,
Although, a Sun, bright and gay.
All bored, and busy...
All alone...within a family.
Millions surround,
Yet, my loneliness I flaunt.
Waking...working...sleeping,
Waking...working..sleeping,
..........................................
Waking...working...sleeping,
 And a disillusionment,
And a death bed.