Nowhere So Lonely



THERE IS NOWHERE SO LONELY

As the silence, broken only by her occasional sob of agony, fades to dusk
And all her hopes,
So tiny they would break your heart,
Lie crumbling on the floor.
There is nowhere so lonely
As the bleakness
When you make things worse,
Much, much worse,
By your attempt to help.
There is nowhere so lonely
As the dark room
And the cluttered settee
Upon which she sits slumped and paralysed
Her whole life long.
Greg Crowhurst

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