Lora Colon

Freshman - 2,425 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

The Garden of Loneliness


We met in the garden of loneliness,
After crossing the bridge of despair,
We drank from the fountain of hopelessness,
How much torment must our hearts bear?

I love you, but we can't be together,
First I denied it, I fought it, then I wept;
The Book of Life has opened to a page
My heart just cannot accept

Happiness was ours for a moment,
Now the door is closed once again;
I find myself back in the garden,
Where loneliness never ends

Rain down upon me, sweet compassion,
Take pity on this lonely child;
Walk me through the gates of mercy,
Where apathy is growing wild

If I must spend my life in this garden,
Ease the burden so it hurts no more;
Let flowers of contentment grow 'round me,
Place a wreath of peace at my door

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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  • Rookie - 91 Points Steve Ricketts (12/28/2013 6:12:00 PM)

    Wow Lora, such a sad poem, I felt every word you wrote. I've tried to vote on it but must be doing something wrong, I just love the way your words flow, it's almost hearing you say them.
    Thank you.
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