Friday, 8 November 2013


by Nancy Snipper

When walking down the alley

Dreaming in emptiness.

You have a feeling inside you,

A feeling of loneliness.


No wanton breezes whisper.

The sound of silence is dead.

And one can only see in the dark

Where you have left your tread.


You wish to run away alone

 'Ere dawn begins to show.

And there in solitude you will find

 A world that's all of your own.


Yes, a feeling inside you that's pure.

That the naked eye can't see.

But you, yourself know it's there.

With loneliness you want to be free.