Treasure Island

Aisha Alansari

(May 12th 1999 / Qatar)

Sound of Lonliness


Loneliness...
... is a wall..
without its other three sides,
which makes a building from up to down..
fall,
it's not high anymore.

Lonliness...
is an empty brain,
no thoughts, no one with you,
it's two magnets don't want to attract each other,
one on a side and the other is on another.

Lonliness...
is the clouds covering the sky,
it's not because they want to hide,
No! that's the sounds of lonliness.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Edited: Saturday, April 27, 2013

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Sometimes I am alone soo that's what I feel especially when my best friend is not with me

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  • R.k Das (6/28/2012 6:50:00 AM)

    it is a very very nice poem, , enjoyed reading the definition of loneliness depicted poetically, , , (Report) Reply

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