©2023 michael raven
i have reached the stage
where i am so exhausted
i cannot fall asleep
everyone speaks a language
i cannot comprehend
sirens howling in the night
(because the night
belongs to lovers)
scratching the words
across my arm, incantations
to the wind, a train
shouting at some damn fool
sitting on the tracks
maybe i should move
sceadugenga 
I’m not sure that Patti was right – I’ve always felt it belonged to the lost.
Sometimes the noise around us makes for the loneliest time.
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Quite possibly. But then again, are lovers not infrequently part of the host of the lost?
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So very true.
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Melancholic and beautiful!
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Thank you. I fear I am a chronic melancholic. 😉
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There is beauty in melancholy.😊
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There definitely can be. Glad I have at least one person who agrees with me on that.
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