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.

Kate MacDonald

Kate MacDonald

Kate MacDonald is a retired septuagenarian who started to write just over sixteen months ago. She has many hobbies, but writing helps to fill an insomniac's dark quiet hours. She has had seventeen poems and six short stories published, online and in print: Chris Fielden's “Nonsensically Challenged,” for charity. High Shelf Press volume XXIII. WinglessDreamer. Spillwords Press. 805 Lit and Art. Funny Pearls. Little Old Lady Comedy. Dillydoun Review. The World of Myth Magazine.
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