Forget

Forget the loneliness of hills,
where lay fields of grass.
Does it matter, who it's for
or what is behind the door?
An emptiness, no spoken word,
of being alone,
hidden in shadows.
Away from the curious eyes,
who search for flaws
in thought and mind.
Go from here you lonely soul,
find another, sad as you.
leave this place,
is what you should do.