Poem to the Lonely Ones

[hayai_dragonfly]

On the edge of this brook
You'll cast out again
The black water ebbing and a rod
That won't bend
Your nets got a hole
And the water's fished out
At this time of year
All you'll catch is the doubt

Nothing left but a couple
And they'res none that you'd dare
To touch
They might slip with their
Scales so bare which decieve with a thing
That is never quite there
Searching someone to breath
Cuz your songs' been unsung
All you find is a gill
And what you need is a lung
Despair morsel is bait
Sting of pain is the hook
Its sharper than anyone's whos
Here at this brook
And your line has no bites but the bite
Of your hunger
For a fish that just won't take

Reeled in all around
Other fishers have found
What they've come for
The water just echoes
The sound
Of your sobs, left unanswered
And throws them around
So you'll start to walk
To turn and to leave
And deep in your thoughts
A new song comes to weave
Fish dont bite when the hook
Is bent, old and jaded
And pessimism hangs on a line hesitated
Hang your lure with a smile, nothing glints quite as bright
And no bait is better than to know
It's alright