Four Lonely Walls

One plate, one glass...
One more lonely...repast...
Water flows...rinses away...
Then they await...another day...

And now the dusk...slowly creeps...
Nothing to do...but wait for sleep...

The TV set...to take the place...
Of conversation...and a face...

Four lonely walls...as night falls...

Another day...same routine...
Dinnerware...made clean...
One plate...one glass...
Wash away...the recent past...

No words spoken...to a pet...
Result in anger...or regret...

It just takes time...to readjust...
To broken dreams...and mistrust...

Four lonely walls...as night falls...

A distant sound...followed by rain...
Drums upon...the window pain...
And yet the sound...does not intrude...
But rather seems...to fit the mood...

The sky lights up...a sudden flash...
With a brief pause...and then the crash...

The roof divides...like human skin...
The rain without...the tears within...

Four lonely walls...as night falls...