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Poems of the Lonely

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My Home

Where do I belong,
I have been created by the almighty god, but what for,
Do I have purpose,
I was given life not knowing where I belong or knowing what my significance is.

Life has no purpose and all of us know it,
If life had purpose then why do we die,
I know nothing of myself,
I am so confused.

Why is life given to those who shall die,
Death is eminent so do not fear its presence,
If thou shan’t die today, you will die tomorrow,
Dying does not hurt unless you let it.

I cannot comprehend what I am supposed to do or why I am here,
Am I even real, Am I just a dream someone is having,
Where is my home,
I just feel so alone…

joshua isaiah

 

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Loneliness

Hate, anger, frustration,

How does one survive?

Confusion, distraught, depression.

Why even be alive?

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Screaming, running, sobbing,

Everyone is swarming.

Yelling, crying, dying.

Does someone really care?

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I sit alone now, all by

Myself with no one else.

They’ve all left again for good,

And I am once again alone.

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I only have friends when

They need a place to hide.

Does that make them love me?

“My basement’s always open. . .”

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I sit alone again and cry,

For the friends I wish I had,

But will never see.

All I get are words, in threes.

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They speak to me softly,

Worry in their faces.

Do they care? Or is

Their worry worthless?

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It hurts at the end,

As we all know, but

After that we don’t

Know how to go.

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Dante once said that sinners go

Where it is dark and dank,

And in the hot below,

Down where Hades rules.

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But do we know

Where people go

After their loneliness

Has got to them.

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Why stay here where it’s sad,

When you can live happy,

No longer alone,

No longer afraid.

Loneliness

 Light is dark and one,
 It's song is un-sung.
 It's own fate it has sealed.
 The wounds it bears has never healed.

 Walks alone does he,
 Perhaps he's alot like me,
 Blinded by confusion and frustration.
 For it never sees the light before night sets.

 It carries on with eyes wide shut,
 In a mindless rut.
 Feeling rotten to the core,
 Waiting for the day, when it's pain is no more.....

                         -"Lady Wolenczak"-