Loneliness is actually a constant,
Like a shadow prowling behind.
It maybe far,
It maybe in dark,
Yet it is there.
Whatever we do,
Whosoever comes,
Wherever we go,
Loneliness clings to us,
And never lets go.
So, I guess we should,
Try making peace
With the the fact,
That we are all alone and always will be.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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