When living has become so meaningless
And love is just a four-lettered word
My mind is spinning, and my voice is slurred
The rare times I sleep are all dreamingless
Inside my thoughts echo my blackened heart
Outside the window the day is too bright
And I hunger, yes hunger, for the night
When it’s quiet and I can fall apart
I will cry those tears that need to be cried
Without the fear of caring words, they think
I need to hear; alone, paper meets ink
Alone, I can write all the things I hide
I don’t want the empty words of they care
Just leave me alone, I do better there
©JG Farmer 2018
Form: Australian Sonnet
A Garret Poet 