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Poems of the Lonely

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Alone

Another day has dawned to spend alone, I see, with just my memories for company.

Long hours to fill, an empty home, and sadness fills me as I roam.

I wander through the empty rooms, feel your presence…. Try to push away the gloom.

No one to share a word or joke, no one to hold my hand or hear a kind word spoke.

No one to share my bed…… So many things that were left unsaid.

Too much time to sit and think, too much time to sink,

Into hopelessness and pain…… If only I could have you back again.

There are two faces now to wear each day, two ways to live my life, it seems.

The outside world expects a smile, a pleasant face…. How’s your health and dreams?

I value every little word that’s said, they help to fill the empty spaces left ahead.

Then inside, all alone once more, I sit and watch the clock and door.

For time hangs so heavy now, and creases cover face and brow.

The phone sits silently and sulks, the post box empty, walk, walk,

Around the garden, do odd jobs, check the clock, then…. Oh god! Is it only half past ten?

I’ll get the car out, drive, but where? It’s just as lonely everywhere.

People hurry by as if I don’t exist somehow, another lost face in the crowd.

Ah well, at last it’s time for bed, time to rest my aching head.

Another day looms up ahead, more hours to fill…. Fills me with dread!

 

Jack Newman

 

The Forgotten Dragon

Once there was a Dragon
He was forgotten
No one think of him
No one dreamed of him
No one thought of him
No one knew if he existed
No one cared for him
No one loved him
Hes always alone in the woods
Living in a small cold cave
Always staying in the dark
Filled with sorrow and pain
Filled with hate
Empty with love
Wanting to be loved
Wanting not to be hated anymore
Wanting to be happy
Wanting to be remembered
Wanting to be thought of
Wanting to be dreamed about
Wanting to be thought of
But hated by every heart
Making it hard to sleep
Looking at the moon makes him cry
The moon light only lights up a little
Wishing he would be layed to peace
Wishing to be freed
Wishing the pain to end
Hoping for someone might care
Hoping to find some love
Hoping to be remembered
Hoping for a miricle someday
It never came.

Written by the Forgotten Fox on 14th January 2006

One Last Everything

I’m falling,
Falling into an abysm,
Falling through shadows,
Through darkness,
Through anger,
Through pain;
Falling into the consuming flames of doubt.

The coldness keeps me alive,
Alive when I’m wishing I was dead.
One last breath of hope
Lifts me over the mist.

The past know gone,
Gone with the happiness, the joy.
The future lies just a minute away.
A minute away from loneliness,
Just a minute away from death.

No more sadness,
No more sorrow,
No more problems,
No more life.

One last goodbye,
One last smile,
One last tear,
One last love,
One last everything.

by Andrea Fernández

 

Senses

 

Can you hear the dripping
of my tears? Can you see
the sadness on my face?
can you feel the pain that
I’m in now? Can you smell
the scent of my discomfort?
Or are your senses dead?
Do you not know what is
going on, do you not know
what to think. Don’t look at
me, turn your head, just look
away toward all of the happier
people who are here.
~Dan

 

 

Mirror

As the mist rises slowly from the steaming ponds, I lie here listening to your gentle breathing. The soft light of dawn touches your face. I’m afraid to move. Afraid to break the spell and losing this moment for ever. Thoughts keep milling through my mind. Past, future, present. All mixed into one.

An old couple, enjoying the gentle sunshine on a park bench, happy and content with what life brought them. An excitement flushed face, glowing with adrenalin. A listless tear, slipping down a cheek.

How I wish I could protect you from those tears. How I wish to save you from even one moment’s pain. And how selfish that would be. For, not only would I be destroying those moments, but uncounted blissful moments too.

The moment shatters as you turn over, snuggling closer, and I realise that the images I saw where not moments from your life, but from mine, reflecting of you. For that is what we are, mirrors. Sometimes we are truly lucky in finding a mirror that distorts our reflection ever so slightly. Making us like what we see, making us happy. I close my eyes, content for now, and in my mind I hear the soft tinkling of shattered glass.