Loneliness, a poem by Kate MacDonald at Spillwords.com
Festina Muhaxheri



written by: Kate MacDonald



I find loneliness is a state of mind, not a lack of company
how can I be liked by others when even I can’t tolerate me?

How can I miss what I never had, relate though I’ve never lost?
Feel cheated by a life I’ve never lived? I may as well be a ghost.

I’m afraid of what I don’t know. I’m closed and have no faith.
I’ve avoided the world and all it holds. I may as well be a wraith.

I float, spin, there’s no anchor. Try to keep me in chains if you dare.
If you have to hold me down by force, I may as well not be here.

There’s no life, faith, or passion. I have no dreams, love, or ties.
A wraith, a ghost, a passing thought, who’s born, who breathes, then dies.

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