Stranded

AcaciaRose

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.

  • Author: Aelis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2017 01:34
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 60
  • Users favorite of this poem: malubotelho
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  • burning-embers

    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.

  • Seek

    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.

  • Louis Gibbs

    Good description of the aloneness we all have experienced, Acacia! Well done poem. Welcome to MPS!

  • malubotelho

    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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