Perhaps Poem by Jordan Si

For when my heart speaksof loneliness
There will be confused answers.For like stars outlining theOrion inthe sky and travelling in patterned space,
My life is fixed.
But who could tell.
The universe is empty.
Its existence remains a theory.Everyone claims they are right, There are conflicting ideasalways.My life is vacuumed,
the light is steady.
There is a space always to fill up.The verdant meadows are empty tooInviting, extravagant, yet empty.Perhaps, emptiness is a a trend.For when my heart speaksof lonelinessThere will be confused answers.For like the sun that creates a light inthe sky and travels in the patterned space, My life is an island.But no, there would always be survivorsthat would seek refuge in the flotsam.Everyone has to share the laughter.And with emptiness partners with lonelinessLike the morning dew thatrivers itselfon the silent cheek of the flower.The butterfly flits alone Colorful, beautiful, yet alone.Perhaps, loneliness is a trend.