Poems for Lonely Giants

I am a poet,who made a career out of being blue
I am a poet,writing a poem for you
I know you are tired of waking up to same mornings,where there is nothing new
But,anyway,you
Wake up all hopeful
A drought runs through your lilac lips
It’s so empty within,like the polythene ghost living on the other end of it
But,anyway,you
Sing,hopeful songs out of tune
I know you are a leftover afterthought
I know they call your name,only by a careless slip of tongue
I know you are the wrinkle in your dress
I know you are the asterisk that follows every yes
I know you’re going away,to somewhere new
Just to see if there is a place for you
I know you are torn,end to end
In search of peace that never seems to end
I know,for you to survive every endless night
It takes herculean strength
I know you’re afraid that all you will ever find
Is the company of wrong friends
I know you get lonely and walk like a convict in your own home
I know you get lonely but have nobody to call your own
I know you ache by the almost bare walls of your room
I know the sound of your muffled cries as you hide away in your cautionary tomb
I guess
We sing the same solitary song in a different tongue
We sing songs for lonely giants,for whom there’s none