Not far ago - so right now, I live on the lonely hill,
Alone I can’t sleep at night,
Alone I'm shivering with fright,
Alone I’m afraid of shadow looking through windowsill;
Some! Some! I am lonesome! Tick! Tick! My life is so sick!
Suck your thumb; lick your boots - an empty owl coots.
I am a lone wolf lives everyday in sorrow,
I am an auto self dwells today and tomorrow;
on sidereal day, I questioned loneliness, why are you alone?
It asked me again, why are you alone?
Some! Some! I am lonesome! Tick! Tick! My life is so sick!
Suck your thumb; lick your boots - an empty owl coots.
Lonely I am where the world is so cold,
Lonely I am with the fear just can’t be told,
Solely I am where I lay awake and think,
Hence loneliness is agony that makes me shrink;
Some! Some! I am lonesome! Tick! Tick! My life is so sick!
Suck your thumb; lick your boots - an empty owl coots.
When we are born, we are all alone!
Soon we grow alone in thick skinned world,
Soon we suffer alone in tough skinned world,
When we die then also we are all alone!
Some! Some! I am lonesome! Tick! Tick! My life is so sick!
Suck your thumb; lick your boots - an empty owl coots.
Harindhar Reddy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-some-i-am-lonesome-tick-tick-my-life-is-so-sick/
