The curse of loneliness
Is the worst known to mankind
Shared in equal measure
With those who abuse life’s many blessings
And the seekers of life’s many secrets
An ever present hollow
That spreads cancerously
Debasing hope
Denying belief
Burning joy at a black stake
Of nothingness
Allowing fear to build
Insidious walls of mistrust.
Lonely lives torn with
A heartless ragged edge
Bloodying hearts that seek to believe
In love, in hope, and in the supreme joy
Of being alive!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Curse me for my solitude and the enjoyment of reading your poerty