Loneliness

My lost will guides me no more.
Tattered and blistered heart prevails.
Nothing strays from this morbid mind.
Saddened eyes look upon no friends.
Feelings forbidden within this soul,
I once had a purpose, which is dead.
I suffer from mental anguish of spirit.
Spirits haunt my very existence, completely.
Not ghosts of dearly departed ones, passed.
Memories of my fourth eternal life,
Many souls I know I have been.
Torment and heartache my wrath,
Hopeful for my next time to be at peace,
However, I ponder a soul of Loneliness.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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August 26, 2008 at 12:52 PM
I am so sorry for your loss, i am not sure if it's recent or not, but nevertheless you'll be in my thoughts and my prayers, I can feel the raw emotion and pain in this write, so sad and brokenhearted, truly I feel your pain, take care, D-nyce
Dawson Avatar
August 25, 2008 at 6:07 AM
very moving write on your feeling just remember that with God we are never lonely
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August 13, 2008 at 1:42 PM
This is a heartfelt piece with a feel of honesty. Lonliness is a sad state as you so aptly describe. Wishing you happiness. Blessings to you. Karen
Suzadail Jr. Avatar
August 13, 2008 at 7:15 AM
We can be in a crowd and feel lonely. This projects a real picture of the feeling. Vince
Robison Avatar
August 12, 2008 at 7:46 PM
I know the feeling of having no purpose and it helps to write and project those feelings on paper
Blauw Avatar
August 12, 2008 at 2:29 PM
Hugss to you Cecil. Yours words spoke deeply to me. Loneliness is an incredible disease that noone can see or experience for you. Each of us feels it differently. You captured your feelings very well. Hugss again.
Winter Avatar
August 12, 2008 at 5:36 AM
Well you certainly expressed this very well. Loneliness is such a terrible thing. I can feel your torment through every word. Wishing you brighter days dear friend. Love, Shar
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August 11, 2008 at 9:58 PM
a very moving piece, very warm, very gentle, a very good write.
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