Shaking that blue eyed strangers hand,
Him asking what I am,
I am a person of morals,
With nothing to show for it.
I am the girl wondering the halls alone,
Wanting someone to care.
I am the answer to his betrayed heart,
But still looking for my question.
I am the 30 year old women without a lover,
As I can see everyone tie the knot that I know.
I am the unfertile women,
That dreams of a big family of my own.
I am the pilot of the plane,
Without a co-pilot.
I am the girl with a problem,
But no one is around to listen.
I am the only black girl in the a room,
Filed with white men.
I am the teen who reaches out for someone's help,
But no one seems to have time for me.
I am a women sleeping alone,
Without my lover.
I am the old women at a nursing home,
Without any family to make sure I am O.K.
I am the drunken women living within my bottle,
Who’s unintentional suicide is all to near,
Within my broken dreams,
Drowning in my pool of doubt,
With no one to hear my screams.
I am lonely.
Dear Becca It's very touching. A superb expression of loneliness and morality. Thanks for sharing.
The character of this poem offers many answers to little question, could be lonely but is communicative. Original, fine, erudite style. This character isn't the last to arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is fantastic. i loved it! it shows a lot of what many people go through in their life. a lot of pain. its really good.