Jan 22
The silence,
Is heavy.
As is my heart.
I am surrounded
With glory,
And great works of art.
I have books of plenty,
And luxuries of many.
Yet my mind,
And soul,
Are somber and lonely.
As I have glory to share,
But nobody,
To care.
Is heavy.
As is my heart.
I am surrounded
With glory,
And great works of art.
I have books of plenty,
And luxuries of many.
Yet my mind,
And soul,
Are somber and lonely.
As I have glory to share,
But nobody,
To care.
This poem is about how having the most luxurious of things cannot beat the feeling of loneliness. Money is not company.
(21/F/Waterford)
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