A type of loneliness

Hi, Once read something that stuck with me;

My neighbours throat I didn't cut
My neighbours gold I never stole
But I am haunted day and night
By all the goods deeds left undone
Oh unattempted loneliness
Oh costly valour never won

Does this have to be here or do I
leave it out, I don't know any more.
I can't hold on to whatever it is.
But remorse is for something one did.
I'm about as lost as one can be.
But I here a remark saying, you can
do so much, so much potential.
What does the little boy do for
an encore. So sad, so sad.

DB

beautiful and haunting, thank you for sharing melanie

((((((((((((DB))))))))))))))))))

little boys are very creative .. hugs findebsoon...