Being alone in the world

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As I've been feeling very isolated lately, I decided to do a quick poem, and I hope it succeeds in putting across the feelings of being alone.

Submitted: December 04, 2011

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Being alone,

Is like being prone,

On a bitterly cold floor,

By the slamming of a door.

So now you're trapped,

You regret the fact that you snapped,

Yet everything has become so hard,

And you wish for once you'd draw the right card.

Being alone is like emitting a never ending groan,

The longing and the need,

For some happiness on which to feed,

Is unwillingly introduced into your life,

Which further sunder it like a scythe.

The time that you're alone feels like a decade,

As all colour in life begins to fade,

The emerald grass and the sapphire sky turn to a grimace of grey,

Even though it's still mid may.

Being alone,

is like being poised on a throne,

In an empty court room,

Where all that lingers is a devouring gloom,

You're a sorrowful king with nothing to rule,

Being alone, is truely cruel.


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