Poem -
Survivors Of Loneliness Plague
Seen through your eyes
A man who's lost a lot in life
Would close his heart
On the ones to love
Carelessly watching them slide
Through your rough and rugged open hands.
Turning away now without a care to watch,
Out of her cold vision
I prefer to be me than allow the heart to freeze
Neglecting flesh and blood
Just to relive a passed on wasted youth
Because she grew up young
Making a choice that I didn't choose,
Strange to herself, stranger of the family.
Loneliness holds these poor souls
With thick black blood,
Sharing in common....that they never found
True love.
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Comments
Wow D!!........this is sadness...........this is loneliness come to life though these well delivered phrasings...........there also seems to be some serious anger running through this............I got tripped up a bit by the "Thick Black Blood" line (would love to know what that means exactly)...........but the tone.......the ambiance you've created is powerful...........well done brother............Love and Rockets!!............T xo
Thanks a lot bro T, I used the thick black blood to single them out as lonely people who have hearts of black. I questioned this myself at first after I wrote it but it sounded good lol. Love and respect.