Life In Isolation Poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta

Is there someone would like to extend hands? Disappointing, nobody would, no more lands To put a new life That's the definition of my life... i think youre forgetting someone, someone who never leaves by your side! ! your poem is wonderful and everybody goes through like that.. a life in isolation but when you think to the positive side you know that there is someone although unseen but HE never leaves your side and i hope you know what i mean...

Very sad and tragic but written with much emotion and improvement.10++++

This poem makes the reader feel very sorry...good write10

Good theme Sheldon, you mention a modem well that is indeed a tool for isolation for when ever we sit with one in our hands life the real life is passing by. Sad fact but true, thanks for the invite, regards

Cool but whird

Very good poem. I know this situation very well. I spent most of my highschool career at an online school because I so hated to be outcast. Before I essentially dropped out of contact with the world, I kept trying to earn people's respect and friendship-it never worked, and by seventh grade, I simply resorted to violence toward anyone who would taunt or tease me for being who I was. After I started a state virtual academy in ninth grade, I had only one person I talked to, not even part of my biological family, but family none the less. Eiji helped me learn something in those days. I'm unsure of who said them first, but these quotes are what I live by now: 'I would rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.' 'I was born an original, and I will not die a copy.' It is better to be sure of who I am on the inside and have a few true friends, than to have many friends who only like me because I change myself to be like them. You will never be completely alone if you remain true to yourself, but you will always be alone if your friends are merely the friends of who you pretend to be. Great poem,9.5/10

OMG! ! : (: (i love this poem..: ( i know what you're talking about... somehow i feel very connected to this poem This line: They hate me for being me, that's the truth.. the truth is that they may hate you for being you but as long as you know that if no-one is there (but there is-it may just take time for those hands of help) for you when you need it the most just be your own strength and the life around you will start to form a less desolated, lonely world :) :) keep up the great poetry :) :) xD xx 10+ emerald eyes

Wow, what a powerful poem. I feel your loneliness, your desolation. I suspect this poem may have its roots deep within all your poems of unrequited love. Keep up the poetry, its beautiful - but know that you are not alone. x

Thinking as the only star in the soloar system...Isolation if you will...no sun...cold...windy...no smile..or frowns passing you by...tear filled eyes...cry...you have said that with much love and emotion...I am glad you are a poet...