Loneliness crawls
under my shirt
cold spreads over
latent hurt
scanty shivers
dress
down hearth
cold quivers
s t r i p o f f
my worth
blood in other’s flesh
doesn’t warm my dying
heart
and mine? blotted
upon obscure, orphaned
art
Loneliness crawls
makes me unwhole
flawed symphony calls
through the hole in my soul.
Great Poem!
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Thanks Tammy 😊
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This is powerful writing-keen & sharp like a knife…really precise and pure..great job sis😍🙏🏼😘
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Thanks mellie 😊
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U betcha sis😎👍🏽
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Beautiful poem. I love being alone, but lonely hurts sometimes.
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So it does…
But thanks 😊
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