Loneliness

Loneliness short poem

Photo by h.koppdelaney

Loneliness.
A word meant to hurt.
Something hard to handle.
Alone, all alone.

Loneliness.
We all have faced this.
Something, we can not change,
even if we try our best.

Loneliness.
This is a part in everyone’s life.
Old or young.
A hurtful feeling, that passes with time.

Loneliness.
It is a big time.
A time not so special
which hurts you.

Loneliness.
No one tries to destroy this,
everyone ignores it.
Why? Why can’t we make this stop?

Loneliness.
Is it because of us?
The feeling is like no other.
A feeling that can never change which no one can compare.

Loneliness,
Have we tried?
Can we help to stop this hurricane?
No one knows and no one tries.

Loneliness.
The feeling will stay there forever.
In your heart, it will try to ruin you.
Again.

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