LONELY SKIES

Each shimmering star,
A soul shivering
In the loveless cold-
Broken hearts scattered
Across a murky blue reality,
Trembling with untold grief
Amidst the unknowing,
Unfeeling, steady moonshine.

The Gift

There are times
When Loneliness comes
And shakes you awake,
In the middle of the night;
To give you a gift-
Endless emptiness.