Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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Brings pleasure, this little sin

-Pooja Lokhande.

 

The blade, it moves with a blinding speed 

Across her pale white skin 

Like a fountain, the blood gushes out

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

And for a moment she feels alive,

She feels like a normal being

Pain, ah, the sweet pain!

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Over and over she cuts

Until the walls seem to spin,

The brilliant red color in her black and white world,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Like rubies, they scatter all over,

Every droplet and its twin,

Leaves her feeling alive and surreal

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

One scar above the other,

Feeling pain is better than feeling nothin’

Doesn’t stop ’til the the razor gives up

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

 

Now looking at her crimson wrist,

She cannot help but grin

Sculpted her body, her own way,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…

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A Bit of Imagination

I can’t push the knife in
I can’t make the cut
I can’t turn the wheel
I can’t step off the kerb
I can’t take the pills
All I can do is imagine
I picture the knife going in
I imagine the lorry hitting
I see the wall racing towards me
I dream of drifting away
Escaping the  empty days
Not enduring the lonely nights
Not having to deal with this
Or cope with them
Or struggle with that
No more thinking
No more worry
No more envy
No more hating myself
No more anger
But there’s no coming back
By Sudhakar Patel

I Fell and Shadows Appeared

I fell and shadows appeared.

Ghosts that no longer talk to me.

Tried to love, tried to connect,

But the cut is cruel,

And unexpected.

When you lose what’s in your soul you question everything.

Lost my joy but not the memories, which now haunt my dreams.

Lost what I was most sure of.

Lost what I loved.

Now in prison, love only a memory.

On the other side of love I found despair.

Nothing good now, no pleasure other than fleeting.

Feelings always fall back low and heavy.

Will I rise, will I escape?

Want to escape, want to fly, but the shadows are always there,

recalling the sweet innocence of love, wreaking havoc where I stand.

Don’t want to be seen, stay in the dark

Can’t separate from the past, don’t know how to recover.

Nowhere to hide and exposed to shame

Face it head on, soak it up.

Divorced and divorced from emotion.

No more sharing now.

Don’t know the final lines, don’t have the answers.