How many rooms are
locked away,
—deep inside yourself
Are those doors closed and shut
from the outside,
—or from within
Are the feelings there orphaned
and unnamed,
—waiting for rebirth
Is your loneliness self imposed
and empty in the still darkness,
—waiting for the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2015)
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A great poem on self imposed loneliness. People say about loneliness after shutting away from others locking inside their feelings or denying access by others. Its true that loneliness is self created. Congratulations dear poet