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Poems of the Lonely

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Spirit World

Comes the day
that thoughts die down
eyes opened
still are blind

Rising of throng spirits
of the past
piercing my heart
piercing
again and again
poisoning the present
into a pool of grief
to the bottom
of my soul

The pain, the intense pain
of deeply loving in vain
To be abandoned
make them banished
to the gaol
of my memories

Yearning for
a voice in the storm
a voice
that is not there

Frightened like a child
fumbling for a hand
in the dark
Putting my ear to the ground
and scanning the spirits

I feel SO alone
and let the tears come
one
by one

Water outside-
fire within-
Still the courage
for a new life

The morning comes
broken heart
heart
broken

Feeling like shouting:
I am the bride
and still separate…

Will I ever
enter the circle

Soshanna

Root

Early one spring I saw a tree,

A most beautiful maple tree with fresh, green leaves,

Smelling sweet and musky like the white shoulders

Of a new maiden.

I plucked a leaf and put it in my heart and kept it there

For seventeen years,

Although I forgot about it for most of that time;

Took my leaf for granted, and when I looked at it, finally,

It had withered, dried and crumbled.

Astonished, distraught, sad, terrified, I threw my leaf away,

And walked back into the forest, which I knew once,

But did no more, so changed and strange to me.

My fear seized my soul; I knew I would parish there alone.

Madly I searched for my tree, for another leaf, but she was gone.

Weeping, I wandered the dense wood, not believing I could find

Another tree.

But, then I stumbled on a root and fell into sweet, wet grass.

I pushed my face deep into the grass, so cool a fragrant,

And felt the root tug at my foot.

I looked up a saw an oak spreading over my, and I saw God.

No leaf would I take from this tree, no branch that could break and fall;

I would take the root.  I would love that root and never lose sight

Of it,

Or neglect it like my leaf

As I held my root, loved her and was joyful in her, I became

A tree,

A sapling first, and from my darling root I gained strength,

And I became a fine tree.  No oak, not even maple, but sturdy,

Confident and able to stand rigors of time and weather;

And my root stayed with me and gave me life.

.

My root died last week, fought hard to stay, but her sweet body

Failed.

I am bereft; what will I do without my root, my steadfast hold on

Earth;

My raison d’etre; my avatar of God?

But, I know now, if I look carefully at where you stood,

I will see the Love of God because you, my root, my anchor,

Was all I could  see, and I was fulfilled, but now, now,

My Love, my Darling, I must see God where you were,

Because now you are with God, and I must see the way

So, someday, I can find you.  Te Adoro, my Sweet.

Reaching

I never know when you may leave
Every breath I worry
It is not fair, I can not have you
They Do not even want you, they just do not want you here.
I may die without you , every bit of me inside
Should I put my life with you, in your hands
Sometimes I wonder, Do you care? Do you worry of me?
I am often left behind, never thought of, no mind.
It is money, it is greed, that drives you away from me.
How much is enough, I will never no,
I wish I could go back, and save the man I love
But I am late and he is gone, and I am alone.

-Amy Brown

Loneliness

Hate, anger, frustration,

How does one survive?

Confusion, distraught, depression.

Why even be alive?

.

Screaming, running, sobbing,

Everyone is swarming.

Yelling, crying, dying.

Does someone really care?

.

I sit alone now, all by

Myself with no one else.

They’ve all left again for good,

And I am once again alone.

.

I only have friends when

They need a place to hide.

Does that make them love me?

“My basement’s always open. . .”

.

I sit alone again and cry,

For the friends I wish I had,

But will never see.

All I get are words, in threes.

.

They speak to me softly,

Worry in their faces.

Do they care? Or is

Their worry worthless?

.

It hurts at the end,

As we all know, but

After that we don’t

Know how to go.

.

Dante once said that sinners go

Where it is dark and dank,

And in the hot below,

Down where Hades rules.

.

But do we know

Where people go

After their loneliness

Has got to them.

.

Why stay here where it’s sad,

When you can live happy,

No longer alone,

No longer afraid.

House on the Hill and The Hollow Tree

HOUSE ON THE HILL

The house on the hill sits all alone,
no one lives there,
that house is crumbling in plain sight,
but no one seems to care,
once that house was strong,
but facing the worlds endless ware,
turned out to be more than that lone house could bare,
that house crashed to the ground with a silent sound for not a soul was there to hear, his cries of pain were not heard, nor were his cries of fear .

THE HOLLOW TREE

A hollow tree stands weeping alone,
blossoming of this tree has long since ceased,
this tree weeps in silent longing to be released,
people pass it by watching but not caring as it slowly withers and dies,
but then one night in a silent fight with a wind that did not care,
this lonesome tree lost its fight,
and was crashed to the ground with a silent sound from a wind.

-JJ