LONELY
LONELY
I locked myself up in the belly of an ocean far away in no man's land.
Am trapped in the cage I built myself.
How did I get here?
I have lost the feelings that come with being alife.
I have been isolated for what seems like decades.
What choice do I have?
The world out there if full of backstabbers.
Wolves parade in doves clothing.
No one really cares, it's all about themselves.
I'll rather confide in my shadows.
Trust is just some word in the dictionary.
I'll be here till the world comes and go.
Counting with the seconds in my doom of emptiness.
May be am wrong.
Maybe I don't see the world right.
If only someone can come to my rescue.
Do I have hope for a resolution?
Thanks for reading
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@jeaniepearl of @euronation
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Certainly, there is hope for resolution
Dope lines bae
Muahhh thanks hunny
Great work yoo! you are awesome @jeaniepearl ✫
Thanks i appreciate
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Nice poetry. Surely there is a resolution, after all there is light at the end of the tunnel.
True
Staying positive
Thanks
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Awesome poetry, dear
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I want to know o
interesting, the truth is very good poetry
Indeed full of backstabbing but you have come this far. You remain forever not just a woman but a super duper woman conquering her world. Great poem.
Awwww
Thanks sweet
Wow
This is nice
I should have checked out your poem before writing mine. We share an almost similar theme
About the poem:
But do come out. There are good people out there who are willing to embrace you
Thanks for sharing
Blessings
Thanks dear
Am steping out
These words got me crying....
I just could not help but think about those people who are smile while hiding there pains
True dear,a lot of people need help
I'll rather confide in my shadows
and carry my soul in my pocket
till the tears falling from my forehead
flood the very ground i stand on.
You know i love this!!!!
Wow!!
The poet himself