LONELINESS

By-Namratha Sharma

 

It knocks on my door

Every night and day,

Especially in the night

Where it whispers the

Words of hell and praise.

It never fails to strike

Me when I’m alone,

And catch my hair

Drag me down below,

To make me plead for the

Sins I’ve never committed,

And watch me cry

For the loneliness

I suffer everyday.

They say I understand,

But do you really get it?

Because I don’t see anything

Working out,

All you said was cleanly washed out.

And in the end that all is

Left, is my lonely dream

Living with loneliness

In a room filled with

Darkness and scream!

 

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