Lonely

I’m lying awake 
staring at the ceiling,
thinking of my life
and the things that  I’m feeling...

I walk to the window
and look at the pane,
clouded in mist
and slithering rain...

The smell of morning
untainted by man,
I know it won’t last
but I’ll hold it while I can...

It’s back to where it started
in my little lonely bed,
back to the rattling thoughts
in my little lonely head...