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Lonely |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
Lonely is the first day of school straight back chairs and corner stool If there was someone to fill a seat who it may be when nobody sticks around lonely enough, nobody sticks around but me emanating from the unaccompanied heart worn on every shirt sleeve from nowhere a still laugh on a frozen face in particular when the dress is dull silence has no colour or chorus the noise in the hallway preceeds a childhood lull lasts to the final day some company you say that falls to way side and off to collective rigors of time schedules solo moments and fake friendships He was lonely in an academic world then furher distressed at work, he cut off to be lonely and yet occupied by his crafts when all that surrounded him came from places of warm homesteads hot water, sheet covered beds, electricity but no, the hard life calls when one shuts out the comfort of the city to live far from the crowded circuit discharged into the wilderness aligned to nature's tranquil ways subdued by silence in a forest of courage and loneliness. years after that first lonely day at school what abandonment willbe 40 years from now surely more will seek self exile than the discontent of the urban rule to listen and follow group cultures having to like company tha is not their own. |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
I believe I've met someone just like this... Lonely in a world of their own choosing. Seems sad to me |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
Yes it is sad, especially if the person misses a calling, like keeping a personal relationship where she likes a little more comfort and he wants to rough it all the way. |
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