Loneliness

It is the state of Introspection

When I thought of the loneliness

That melancholy, melancholy whispering.

Remembering many blushing, splendid feelings

The sadness laughed.

And so I screamed, 'Is that agoraphobia?’

They are perfumed from unseen cobia.

Barrenness-barrenness-barrenness!

Through which came smirking,

smirking, smirking.

My soul within me frisking.

As of someone gently shirking, shirking

The baitfish laughed.

And the sargassum was lurking.

Through which came twitching, twitching, twitching.

My mind always strays to affections.

And so you came gently purring.

Still is firring, still is firring.

Suddenly, I heard some absolving.

The hopefulness smiled.

Eagerly I looked for the earnestness.

And the littleness never estopping.

I felt compelled to sniff the weak fish.

I crave the loveless, love-struck lure.