The apartment has suffered because of the lack of light,
Because of missing so many people who used to live in.
She has suffered because of a strange reason like the theft of the bike,
She was crying because of some people who were mean.
She was crying because of the feeling that nobody was near,
That nobody cared what will happen in her future life,
But the apartment had a soul and an ability to hear,
It was trying to support her and keep her hope alive.
She dealt with the person, whose heart was like a stone.
She was disappointed, distracted and feeling blue.
The apartment was trying to tell her, she's not alone,
But she was crying, she felt alone, she never knew.
A beautiful poem on loneliness drawn on lines of metaphor. Rate 10+
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what could be that apartment?
There is something to think about, isn't it? Well, in my case the apartment was actually my apartment in the US, where I lived just before I left the country. I really imagined that my apartment is alive, and I have written this poem…