Lonely

The heart is a lonely sailor
that sails on a lonely ocean.
I was alone,
when I sat and talk with others.
what I say has no ready ear,
but my own.
And what I think is nothing
except to myself.

The only realities:
?? I talk but who listens ??
?? I listen, but who talks ??

Lonelines is my darkest menacing ghost!
My day stalker. My nite sweats.