Poem #2,832 | I am alone at this hour

I am alone at this hour
without amity every &
all evening inside time
& her soft shroud –
we
exist quiet in our souls
[fooling others of even
worth] –
My darkening
comes on
[with dusk’s
enslavement] –
Silence
is busted by my TV & a
poke of phone –
I will it
so –
loneliness my itch