It's still unknown why...?
At times...when am alone
Hour by hour as moments crawl
like ghosts with gregarious claws
Of ennui to tear me into pieces
To ruin every element of courage
To live a life of solitude so desolate!
Despite the scourge and woven anathema
Thou have built around, know not I why?
A desperate search for saviour
Monday, January 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness,love and friendship