I am stranded.
Millions in the world
and I am alone.
Drifting in a sea of bodies.
Crying; unseen.
Screaming; unheard.
Alone.
Thousands of words,
no one is listening.
Lost in the waves.
Reaching.
Hoping.
Stranded.
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Author:
Aelis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2017 01:34
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 60
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Comments4
Be assured people here are listening and you're not alone. Unseen? - producing work like this you'll be noticed and for all the right reasons.
You recognize your world and think you are alone. Many others don't even feel what you do. There are plenty of willing ears and readers for your wonderfully articulated sentiments.
Good description of the aloneness we all have experienced, Acacia! Well done poem. Welcome to MPS!
At some point we all feel alone. Sometimes the closest person to you is the one that don't listen, or don't care. Then is when we have to be compassionate with them and with ourselves. It hurts when no one listen. I hear you. I listen to you. You are not alone.
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