Poem -

Alone

Solitary confinement within known walls,

Questionable compassion surrounds,

Grey scale, dingy light

Of routine in solo,

Repeating ominously,

Repeating tortuously.

Technical bonds, with technical subjects

A screen, a face,

A face of unquestionable compassion,

Lost to another,

Lost to him.
 

Could she comprehend my inner emotions?

If presented would she argue her control?

Would this reunite us?

Would this take her away?

Would this send her to him?
 

I know the answer,

Sadly I know,

A share in blood cannot keep us together,

Are non existent similarities cannot,

Being a stranger in a place of comfort,

Feeling abandoned when family surrounds,

That is loneliness.
 

And the loneliness seeps deeper,

The longer I’m alone. 

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Shawn Kennedy

This is really touching here now Mary.Not really sure if it is about you or just the thought of it from someone else here,but for me i can relate to this cause this is me.I got one i want to write but been so bust i just ain't had the time to.it is gonna be real tough for me to write cause it is comming from me,my Soul inside of my body.That is how i write Poetry when i write,song's also.very well written thow.

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Mary Barton

Thank you so much! Since the poem is so personal to me it means so much more that you can appreciate it. I would love to read your version once you get the chance to write it :D 

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