Loneliness Poem by Hamid Moghaddasi

If you feel, you're at a gloomy prison
Your breath coming out so hard
The full sensation of suffocation
When you make sense
you're in the deep grave
and tons of soil bestrew over you
and are being buried alive
When you feel
to commit suicide
you rush out in a grim temper
named loneliness
The darkness spreader
The shadow of death
The begotten of ugly love
The child of
Pain and the soul;
The son of
Ulcers and the heart