Writing Loneliness

[Omar Harris]

LONELINESS:

Confused. I stand alone, no sense of up or down. Trapped between reality and fiction.

Cursed. I am forced be afraid of my own shadow trapped within the confines of your hatred and your anger.

Alone. Forever I shall be.

Loneliness. My lover, my friend, my companion. I am torn between you lustful kiss, your sensual embrace and the world that tries to tear me away. The world that tries to force me into desolation. The world where hate consumes innocence and is fought with even greater hate.

I walk within the sands of a desolate world, torn apart by my emotional scars and their herbal cures. Do I accept them and become one leaving behind all sense of who or what I am? Or do I continue to fight them and let their swords of friendship tear through my flesh?

I choose the former and become the machine. Work with the machine, live with the machine, love with the machine. I choose the latter and my wounds leave only a trail of red across my flesh and a wall of black in my eyes.

I fall to the floor. And I know nothing else but the cold kiss of Loneliness.

[Trumen]

Sad but nice poems are really in now. That was a good poem I like it very much. I some of these poems I hear now should be in a book like yours Shadowdramon. I give it a 8/10.