Agony of Solitude; Bed of Roses.
Afoma Miracle@afomamiracle821892
3 months ago
Again and again, I sit to think…
Why me? My life seems empty,
With no fun, no form of connection.
Daily, I sit by myself,
Wallowing in pains wrecked by my heart.
Always, my heart sings soulfully
In search of a connection never achieved.
Hopefully, I lay in my room,
Doors locked and blinds drawn,
Waiting for a saving soul.
Yet I turn down every knock on the door,
With the pretense "I hear nothing."
I wish people away even before they state their aim.
Of what joy is this?
My heart screams as I walk away.
Pain taught me lonesomeness,
Not like I experienced much.
My heart guards against that which I know not of, always.
I have seen and dreamt, I shall be alone.
Actually, the comfort of my room
Is like a bed of roses.
Roses, never harmful.
Thorns I create round myself,
Ready to prick and defend.
Fragile heart, I scream.
So, my bed of roses, I shall climb all day,
With a pen and pad, I'll delve into the world of stories
Where I truly belong.
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