An internal emptiness blakens my heart For external loneliness is where the complexity starts Fears of eternal seclusion shares a large part of why I Dread the Thought of Being Alone No ear to listen nor shoulder to cry An overwhelming feeling that hurts deep down inside No one to respond to my question, "Why?" I Dread the Though of Being Alone No funny face smiling upon my arrival at home No tender embrace or any love being shown It's like walking into darkness or into a place of the unknown I Dread the Thought of Being Alone
I just couldn't leave this emotive poem of yours sitting here all alone without any responses. As far as the content of your poem, yeah, it really sucks sometimes to be alone. Other times, I like it a lot. Why don't you post this in Open Poetry?