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Poems of the Lonely

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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.

I Wish That I Could Hate You

It now has been so far away
Yet it seems like only yesterday

You turned and walked away
Like I was nothing

There never was a place for me
In your world of make-believe

A little bit of something
Would have been better than your nothing

And while yes, it is so true
My heart still aches for you
I wish, that I could hate you

This little girl, just a dreamer
A lost and lonely gypsy,
Now so afraid you were just another schemer
Do you really even miss me?

My soul, I bore open to trust in you
Yes, my heart still aches for you
I wish that I could hate you

And right or wrong, I carry on
As I still want for you
Even as in your world
Is where I no longer belong

My heart still aches
To see your smile
To feel your touch
To stay awhile

And pretend again for a moment
That you really did care
Cause baby, I miss you that much

I wish that I could hate you, but I don’t
I could have loved you, but you would not let me
So I won’t

And now it is that I have found
As my heart still aches for you
I can never really, truly, hate you

 

Loneliness

I’m sitting here alone.
In this empty room
which keeps on getting emptier.
Only the light from the street is shining,
And then a loud call for help,
And everything turns black.

I’m sitting here alone
In this small room,
It keeps getting smaller.

I try thinking of something or someone.
But nothing comes to my head,
I’m alone…

I’m sitting here alone in this dark room,
It keeps on getting darker.
Nobody is home
I feel so alone.

I go out on the street,
I stand alone.
I see the long street,
It keeps on getting longer.
It’s a dead street,
Which keeps on dying.
A silent street. A lonely street.

Nothing surrounds me;
No sound, no smell, no sight.
…Nothing…

A world once filled with hate and death,
Now gone.
It’s gone and it’s left us alone.
Me and my loneliness.

by Andrea Fernández

Chaos

I live in chaos
where love is hate
where care is anger
where peace is war
and no one can escape

I am a prisoner in a dungeon
where i live with agony
where no one can save me
where you are the mighty guard
that kills me

but the time will come
your soul will be mine
your flesh will be eaten by them
where i will be no longer a prisoner
but the saviour of all….