Lonely At Last. Poem by Christian K. Montiel
Lonely At Last.
Lonely at last.
Alone I feel when I can’t find answers for this questions that disturb my mind every night.
In the dust that blurt my vision of my life, I ask my self if I will find my happiness at last, I mean when I can’t find my heart anymore.
Can I keep writing? Maybe not but there’s some type of inspiration that keeps going around my mind after all the drama, now I can say that I’m lonely at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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