Lonely I Am

Lonely are the days, which drift slowly away
Lonely are the nights, so cold and so grey 
Lonely are the months, which have only one season
Lonely are the years, which I’ve lived with no reason

Lonely is the bed I lay, eyes filled with tears
Lonely is the stage that I stand with no cheers
Lonely is the feeling, that feeling in my chest
Lonely is the reason, the reason I’m depressed

Lonely I am, that girl with no life
Lonely I am, that I’m holding this knife
Lonely I am, that I want to end this sorrow
Lonely I am, that there’s no waiting for tomorrow...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Allison Avatar
May 24, 2016 at 3:13 PM
such a sad sad poem Bukola so often depression and loneliness often tend to go hand in hand:-( hugs Jan xx
Johnson Avatar
November 18, 2015 at 10:44 PM
This is awesome Bukola. Great phrases, great rhymes. Your last line is self proficient. Meaning, that if we don't wait for tomorrow, we can never, never know what it can bring. Peace and thanks for your nice comment on my poem. :)
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