Lonesome Creature

I am a lonesome creature,

Standing in tall grass,

Plucking flowers

To watch them wilt,

And I dance beneath storm clouds,

To the rhythm of the rain.

 

I am a lonesome creature,

And every day

I dream of death,

Though I am not yet ready to die,

For I am counting the stars,

And every night I lose my place,

But I feel I cannot leave

Until this done.

 

I am a lonesome creature

Conversing with the wind,

For things we cannot see

Are not nothing,

And he is the only one

Who will listen to me.

 

I am a lonesome creature

Yet I push you away,

For I would rather be lost

In a forest of thorns,

Than be followed by one

To whom I cannot relate.

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