Elegy For The Lonesome Comments

When illness behind the curtain blocking the sunshine, we may found that we have spent lot of time there alone, and this elergy is made the bed not comfortable anymore...as much as what loneliness did to the space...of the room, of the heart in every tickling clock sound

At home Ill, alone Between crumpled, used Tissues- - - loneliness and the accompanying sadness....well portrayed in colourful terms very clearly. thank you very much dear poet. tony