The world is loud,
Full of a nosy crowd,
But my soul is lonely,
Seeking someone to talk to, genuinely.
Like Michael Jackson on stage,
I am exposed to thousands at a young age,
But find myself in a desert when I go home,
Not knowing who to hold in my arms in this dome,
The air becomes hot and wild,
Making me cry like an abandoned child.
The nights are thoughtful and troublesome,
With my brain awake as dark hours come.
Wandering along the lonely roads,
Deaf to the noise the world bestows.
This world is so noisy, loud, and nosy,
Yet, indifferent to the pain inside me.
All they see is the happy façade in daylight.
Oh, I am lonely,
Empty,
And hollow.
May God bless you and give you peace and companionship, friend! I will pray for you and pray that your wandering heart may find someone worth tethering to! Beautifully and powerfully penned!
A very evocative poem. A reader can feel the deep longings and emptiness through your vivid images and lucid poetic expressions. A beautiful poem well crafted.
Relatable on every level, the world is loud and full of sound but it is empty. Everyone of us feel it in this age, the need for connection where we are disconnected. Great work my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes loneliness is most pronounced in crowds. You have captured great wisdom in this verse! Brilliant.