Treasure Island

Leeza Bird


Thoughts


Here I am alone again
in the middle night
hearing tons of thoughts
yet come with no sense

Over thousands of nights
I’ve been awake …
Finding and hiding
Full and empty yet
Figuring out now
A world left me wound
A world of wound, I left
There’re people care
There’re people careless….
Yet..

Again... self fighting...me
How many tears falling down silently
Me tasted
It’s the silence that scared
It’s the silence that hit
It’s the mere loneliness…

Feelings pop up
Feelings vanished
Feelings chasing
Feelings caught…

Leaning on self
Calm blaming self
For own weakness
Self laughed.....pleasured
Eaten up all own loneliness…

Stand up again
Be strong
My own

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2014

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(wrote for my close friend, with her loneliness)

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