4/16/24
Wanna know what I don't like about being alone?
Who they gonna call when they find your body cold?
Who gon’ call friend of friends or people you may know ?
Who gon’ wish you blessings and pray upon yo soul?
If I'm gone who gon’ who gonna look up at the sky?
Who gon’ think about me when the times are trying?
I'd say id have a family but then I would be lying,
I can't sleep at night cause I'm afraid of dying .
I think about this all the time, what if it was an accident?
When I review my life I realize how really fast it is,
Before you know you're here then gone before it's even happening.
You buried in the ground and realize how really black it is .
I see life and it's not just black and white ,
I think about my life decisions and If I made them right.
I look around 360 and it's no one in my sight ,
It's kinda makes me wonder why i try to live this life.
This is the point ..who to hear your victory ?
Who to share you feeling with and talk about your history?
I'm feeling lonely in this journey of a mystery,
Fighting it by my self has been nothing but just misery
I'm fine… I'm just fine being alone.
I heard just fake it to you make it that's what I was told.
Its 70 degrees with a nice breeze and I have frostbite on my nose.
I'm scared to die so I can't live I only dip a toe.
Where are they? my people my blood?
Where they at ? The people that give you hugs?
Why wasn't I shown an adequate form of love?
I really need some support to keep me from giving up.
This sucks.
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Author:
I am Danea (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Desolation- the feeling of complete emptiness and loneliness. \r\n
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A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation.
We all die alone. Remembrance is for those who live. However, it is sad not to be remembered. Good write.
We all are alone despite how many relationships we have. A fear of death most have and an existential crisis well expressed here. Nicely done
If life is lonesome
Than make a friend
Not a human no never
But that voice that blends
A hand two made
Let them intervine
Hug that child and say
We are here and that's fine
Be kind to her she wasn't made for this
But what can we say ..
That's not our cue of sheets
This deep; love the message
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