Heart Of A Loner Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

Like a blue verse,
My lines carry no simile nor metaphor.
Like a blank verse on a paper,
My stanza's carry no rhyme.
Maybe i have long lost my sword on these poems,
For my heart is left meaningless.

Like a sonnet,
My lines flow weakedly as my armour detatched in agony.
Like a poem jot in doubt,
My soul is slowly getting tainted.
Oh! I am just an afflicted poem that eternally crack in tears of loneliness,
For my heart... My armour is filled with folornness.

Like an epic poem,
My stanzas so long with no rhyme nor personification.
For my words are true - if they weren't
I'd have maybe - put more of my soul on every line i wrote.

I'm no poet,
For this poem carry no simile nor metaphor.
It carry no rhyme nor personification.
It carry no meaning,
For i am a loner and inclination left my heart in lamentation.
I therefore,carry in my heart - an emotional discomfort,
For i... I am a loner.