The
original title of this poem was The Only Person; however, I have
decided to change the name. I think I will give it a title of
Loneliness.
Loneliness
Silence
Is never so complete
As when you set along
Listening to the background noises.
It is then
You must face yourself,
You must look within to find
The spark that unites you with the Universe.
Being
The only person
In a room is similar
To being the only person on a planet.
A room
Fells different
When you share it with other people.
1 comment:
I enjoyed reading your poem, very expressive.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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