Loneliness, oh! Loneliness
Lonely in the deepest sepulcher
Of our hearts….
All the time
I wander into my closet
My sanctuary of thoughts
Filled with anger for unanswered questions
And outburst for hope…..
Dark in here
With no trace of light
As it became my fright
With no delight…
© Edwina Aleme 2007.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The heart as a sepulcher, so tragically true at times. Good read.