The Moon is not sleeping,
So do I.
Pains are peeping into my heart,
As the Moon is rotating with lights around the Earth.
The people I care the most find me wrongly,
The known faces & eyes behold me strangely.
They get close to me in a dream,
Saying; ‘please leave us,
You are not of our kind,
We don't want you in our lives'.
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness