In well of loneliness
I learned my lesson
Learned not to lessen
Learned to heal lesion
And also to listen
To listen inner voice
Which made a noise
To make me hoist
And made me foist
All the past moist
It made me drink
The pain of pink
Also made me think
About my inner link
That powered my sink
Sink into dark well
Had put me in cell
With no ringing bell
Whom should I tell?
The beauty of hell
Hell made me yell
Also made me jell
With my inner well
Well is really well
Loneliness is to dwell
Poem has an interesting way of reaching for the rhyme at the end of each line. Loneliness is only a state of attitude. People usually avoid pain or uncomfortable situations, for self centered pleasure
HELLS BRIGHT FIRE IS DARK WITH DESIRE FOR THE SOUL IS LOST IN THE FLAME, NEVER TO BE THE SAME. THIS POEM TAKES YOU HIGH INTO THE SKY THEN DROPS YOU DOWN QUICKLY. A GOOD WRITE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is an interesting piece.