It's a very,
Lonely world
Filled with billions of people
Lacking communication,
Despite, millions of "I" phones.
Like a cat,
Curled up,
In front of
Many human rats,
I dither and stir
Trying to find
Amongst the ashes
Of solitude,
Of love,
One still burning ember
Of a true,
Loving soul.
Connected by a web of networks yet isolated from true loving souls. Stirring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A true, vivid and very sad image of solitude in this overpopulated world. So much potential for communication, and yet we can still feel isolated. I do, however, believe and know that there ARE loving souls out there.