Lonely

My Mother, like many saints, is compassionate, Though lion-like, my father is considerate; Like banyan tree, my family is well-branched out, Grandmas, Grandpa, Uncles, Aunts - all are good; no doubt... Precious among all, Pink Pearl, I am so lonely, Cause - though ponder and wonder - I don't know wholly. My talks are mad monologues; songs senile solo; I'm my partner to my duet with heart hollow; I'm a plant getting sun and water with no care, In friendly fondling freedom folklores, I've no share; I feel human beings, here, is mortal Islands, Hearts heartlessly hard; minds murked; life barren dry lands... I'm slow, soft, somber; savorless; no glory glow, Deep down in me, like the Zambezi, whirlpools blow; I look at the sun, moon, stars; not relishing them, My mind mocks and knocks and cracks in a moody hem; Seas surreptitious; ships succumbing surmise, shake, My existence seems like someone's sad mad mistake... Stories secrete; poetries pour; in my lone tour, Losing, longing, languishing leads - love's lustrous lore; Quill leaks; notepad nostalgic; words wildly wide, Haunted heart - highest hopping horse- rugs rue rough ride; Love lone, though looks lost, has its marvelous turning, Lamenting lonely life lures cheery churning... 15 September 2021 ''L'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France