Loneliness is a disease
That has attached itself to me,
I can’t shake it,
My face is pale gray
Like a corpse or a mourner,
I just watch the flowers of my dreams
Begin to fade
Beneath the sweltering sun
Of disappointing reality
And know that I’m undone.
Drugs could never lessens this pain,
Musical therapy fails to strike
A positive chord with me.
Every thought is shallow and empty,
I can’t save a smile I had yesterday,
I feel betrayed by memories,
They smirk at me.
I now cherish visions of welcoming graves.
think positive my friend, you are FAR too young to consider death! there is nothing permanently attached to us, especially loneliness. for some weak characters shaking is bound to be enough, for stronger ones like you well let's say a bit more effort is needed but the result is always rewarding! All the best HBH
Praise for your beautiful.sad poetry which I know it hurts so much to write.Please hold on for tomorrow. poemhunter would be missing something without the great work of Uriah Hamilton. Warm thoughts and prayers for you from, Sandra
Don't give up yet Uriah! With a heart like yours, you're bound to find happiness....you HAVE to! Very sad to read this....I'm thinking of you. Sincerely, Mary
Very powerfully written, I can only hope that better days lay ahead of you.Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again, Uriah, considering the great personal loss I've recently suffered this poem has great meaning for me. Your work is so beautiful and poignant...the last three I've read almost seem to have been written just for me and what I'm experiencing right now. Your work has given me permission to grieve, and now the floodgates have opened, and the soul cleansing has begun. Thank you. Shannon xoxo