Loneliness
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Lonely is the life of a writer- for we seek solitary places,
off the beaten path. Sometimes, I wrap myself in loneliness.
Not to say, I am forlorn or forsaken but I am a writer of sadness,
entwined completely in my words and poems. I like a lonely road.
Lost in thoughts, I meander a cemetery at times. It may seem gloomy,
in reality, it is full of peace and tranquility, could I ever find a quieter place.
Nothing is more secluded. I go hiking and love to listen to birds sing.
Ever feel alone, although in a crowd of people, I have many times.
Solitary does not mean lonesome or friendless or abandoned.
Sweet is the life of a writer- for we seek out aloneness.
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July 22, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Loneliness
Copyright Protected, ID 16-810-877-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Loneliness
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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