The Cost

by Khalil
(Bronx Ny)

Loneliness has its own price doesn't it?
Recollection of memories you use to think was heaven sent.
Desperately wanting it trying to capture it but the past is the past so be done with it.
I guess loneliness does have its own price.
You reap what you sow you take what you own but none of it matters when you're surrounded by the cold and the dark it can't heal your broken heart that's what waits in the dark a hell created by your own isolation created from another's desolation