"I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering"- Robert Frost
I want to write this book cause I want to write poems and see them after years to remind myself of my teenage years and see if I have improved. I hope you co...
In the gust of wind I sweep alone, In midst of a crowd I be alone, In a world where they love I only hate, In a world filled with interests I see apathy, And in a world where they speak silence is all I've known.
In their life full of companions loneliness is my only intimate, It seeps upon my life, cuddles me close and strokes my hair whilst I sleep, And sometimes it just won't let go. I can be free from anyone but not solitude, As it is longing to be a with me through eternity.
As I sat alone loneliness is near me, looks at me and talks to me like no one has ever done. I don't seem to understand they say But no one sees my misery. In the end the only being who would willing to be with me Is non other than loneliness itself Who has become my best friend.
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