Lonely Poet
written by: Ash Douglas
@The_PunAsher
my lines are barren of words
no one pays attention anymore
I walk away to try and heal
change those emotional bandages
stop the bloody hurt
when my lyrics are finally gone so will I
like a blank page…empty
death poetic is where these sonnets will live on
for stanzas from the grave bare the richest fruit
it’s then you see how poison being alive feels to a poet
when from lips when it can’t be
turning to the cover to remember from a photo
remember how abandoned I was with an audience
how forgotten I would become
unless I use creation to keep me alive
I’ll always be alone with my words
even if they are never again repeated
don’t repeat them for me
Writing is a huge part of my life. I eat, sleep, and breathe it. I consider it not only my passion but also my therapy. I’ve collected a lot of paperback journals over the years, and while they have served their purpose in allowing me to collect my thoughts, feelings, and emotions of the world around me. I knew there’d come a day when it wouldn’t be enough, I knew I had to start sharing my work in the digital universe. Transcribe this world of ours through my eyes. One way I can do that is through my poetry.
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