Loneliness is just a shell
A wall created for irony
Expressions free but meaningless illusions
People coming, talking and going
With so much things to share
Yet there was silence
No whispers, no connection
No warm, no love
When finally it hits me,
That the Real self is infact missing.
By MK Aslan
1 comment:
How sad a poem it is. May God bless you and bring you love and joy.
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