Lonely place to be

Lonely place to be

It is the loneliest place to be,
in the middle of everything but in
nobody's heart.
It is a lonely way to fall asleep,
curled up to a ball in a bed meant for two.
One set of cutleries, one glass of wine warming up in a light of a candle.
The flame being polite and kindly hiding the tears on the cheek of that little girl,who silently sipping her wine looks to the darkness outside.
She pushes away the empty wine glass,
covers herself in a jacket and steps outside to the arms of the night.
She looks above ...admires the sky full of bright stars, she feels small and humble, yet not lonely...just tiny...
She feels she is part of a universe, just not
part of the society...

She is like a random actress in other people's movies, where she only has few lines to perform and then her time is out,
she will be left out in the curtains...
Show must go on, but it is not her show,
she is not invited.
It is a lonely place to be, muted and un-noticed on the shadows of the curtains.


Ann O'Songland