Loneliness Metaphor Poems

I opened my eyes when it was too late.
The river passed before my wide-open eyes.
I missed my childhood;
I was a prisoner in my mind.
Neither God...

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An ominous trail
in their dark ashes—
each ellipsis
hid a treacherous bend.
I feel the camper’s
hollow rattle
between cracked ribs
that won’t quite mend.

Not their youth,
but mine—
still burning
in oil-smoke haze
too...

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our beautiful balloon, about to burst,
  an endless journey meets its sudden end,
    forced to tango with our faults.
  photographs...

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A dog is not free
For he has only the Earth
He is chained you see
To this mass of no worth

A dog is not free
If he has...

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I wander where the afternoons
were so warm and golden
and wonder why 
pleasant woods and beautiful lakes desert me
leaving just trees and water

I wander where the...

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I am nobody, nothing more or less 
than a pathetic line of symmetry.
In this paradox of existence,
a listless, feeble entity.
I am nothing more , and...

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A cold, silver knife
rests on my shaking fingers.
I graze the blade across my life;
the slicing of it lingers.
I push the metal through my skin,
right to...

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I want to write a single line, just one,
to hold within my memoir’s quiet space,
where sorrow and joy dissolve together,
becoming something weightless, something whole.

Perhaps it...

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Wandering  the two in between the kingdoms 
One side, quiet and bright, flagged the havens
The other, earthly world, noisy and light dim
Drifting up or...

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When I whirl as wind, 
unwavering ~
 surfing on 
watercolor wings 
of simmering seasons, 
 which flicker
 and fly through me, 
filtering my faults
with a...

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I lie down in my four-poster bed, 
facing the pale yellow wall. 

The same that I see above, 
behind my headboard, 
opposite me. 

I drown...

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I want to belong to a hollow space,
Where no one can catch my tiny lace.
I want to live on my own,
The space is nothing but...

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Reflecting its neighbourhood,
The lake water shone yellow.
Resembling a synchronisation of saturation 
With the setting sun.
Seizing green colour of the grasses 
The sun painted them gold.

Engrossed...

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My sizzling heart failing around the clock
No light colliding with the dark to spark
But essence dying passively through the dim
Dream's wall burning by the fire...

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The all-seeing raven, cursed by fate,
To witness all, yet never relate.
It sees no light, nor darkest shade,
Its wings spread wide, yet flight delayed.
The Raven Lord,...

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