The Reality Poet
Loneliness
By: Samantha Fitzgerel
What is it like to be on your own,
nothing in life to cling to?
Completely and utterly left alone,
with no one or nothing to turn to.
Day becomes night while night becomes day,
no difference remains between them.
Cry through the night, sleep while awake,
you loose all sense of direction.
Loved ones will leave or pass away,
your heart is broken inside you.
Love you have given is now swallowed up,
the darkness of it will surround you.
No place to run, nowhere to hide,
you've lost all your fantasy places.
What will become of the shell of your life,
since you've run out of loves embraces?
Will you grasp at the last thread of hope,
that is there before your eyes of tears?
Or will you deny this chance you've been given,
and let your life become wasted years.
copyright 2005
therealitypoet@gmail.com
What is it like to be on your own,
nothing in life to cling to?
Completely and utterly left alone,
with no one or nothing to turn to.
Day becomes night while night becomes day,
no difference remains between them.
Cry through the night, sleep while awake,
you loose all sense of direction.
Loved ones will leave or pass away,
your heart is broken inside you.
Love you have given is now swallowed up,
the darkness of it will surround you.
No place to run, nowhere to hide,
you've lost all your fantasy places.
What will become of the shell of your life,
since you've run out of loves embraces?
Will you grasp at the last thread of hope,
that is there before your eyes of tears?
Or will you deny this chance you've been given,
and let your life become wasted years.
copyright 2005
therealitypoet@gmail.com
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