• Sadness


    I stand here chilled
    By a cold hard stare
    By the midnight glare
    A reflection of solitude
    I am here and nobody can see
    What has happened to me
    The wind blows cold
    The air begins to cease
    I am growing old
    Soon I will be deceased
    And still I am without a doubt
    Utterly and tragically alone
    All by myself
    Without a soul
    With every last breath
    My soul is growing old and dying
    Dying from all the pain
    From all the sadness
    From all the fear
    The fear of solitude
    By the midnight glare
    Of the cold hard stare
    I stand here completely and utterly

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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