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This is a sonnet that I wrote about a year back for an English class. I spent some time working on it, and it just so happens that this came during a time in my life when I was without a significant other, and feeling it hard. I have a large collection of poetry from some of my more depressed days. I keep them around because they always evoke a feeling in me.

Lonesome

A crash, a shattered plate upon the floor.
"Get out! Away! I said I need my space. "
"Please wait! "I shouted as she slammed the door.
I sulk away, tears streaming down my face.
Oh pointless life, I've lost my one true friend
and feel as though I am no longer sane.
I can't deny this is the final end,
and know that I cannot endure the pain.
I'll fall away, and hide inside my head,
or lose myself inside the skies above.
I'll climb the steps, up to the gravel bed.
I can't go on because I've lost my one true love.
It's cold, I'm still, my likeness cast in stone.
I'm perched, up high, afraid I'll die alone.
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2 Visitor Comments

melanie
i really love this poem! i thought it was beatiful!
Serena
Great poem...kinda sounds like me today. It really got to me. :)

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