On my way to this place of mine
It seems like coming to my old friend
So, I tried to weight each word
Perhaps unusual for me, they would say
But, once here in all my secret
The text was neither good nor bad
All were mine, free, that only I knew
Months had passed, all counts were lost
So the words in dying softly on the page
Just seek to say how endless alone got
Loneliness! ! ! Overcoming the odds of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautifully crafted poem on loneliness. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant poem well expressed. Yes, alone never ends. It is sometimes a cycle.