Lilibeth Sacmar Apat

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Blue - Poem by Lilibeth Sacmar Apat

I come home to an empty house, an empty room
There's no one about me, not a single soul
I've no one to talk to except someone on the phone
But it seldom rings, though I wish so hard it would.

I feel the loneliness of my soul, the hallowness in my heart
The emptiness in each new day that passes me by so fast
I guess I'm surviving, by some miracle somehow
But existing is not living, it's not enough being alive.

My days are filled with worries that shouldn't have been mine
I'm tired but it's not the body, it's in the spirit down deep inside
I can't concentrate on my work, or anything that I try
Seems I aged a lot in days, and lost my peace of mind.

Comments about Blue by Lilibeth Sacmar Apat

  • (6/23/2005 7:37:00 AM)

    Very personal and honest but it doesn't feel all that original to me. Lots of people write about loneliness in their lives, which is fine, but I think the challenge is to go beyond emotional honesty to convey the loneliness in a new or different way, which will make it more personal and make it resonate more with those readers who've seen this emotional theme many times before. Regards. (Report) Reply

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  • (6/23/2005 6:02:00 AM)

    i could feel your sentiments.. it's almost as if its my pains too.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 23, 2005

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