Loneliness
Surrounded by a sea of incongruous behavior chocking life from sparse recollection.
Alone as to confirm existence beyond the confines of natures ability to balance. Rooted deeply, mimic, nutrient poor soil failing to sustain; panged by malnourishment of interaction. Alone destined to wither and finally, to succumb. The only survivor, incongruous behavior. Loneliness, alone, ever alone.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Natures Gran Stand | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| The Old Salt | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| Land Of The Desert | 1 | 10/22/2009 |
| Daydreaming | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| Facts Of History | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| Songs Of Love | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| What Is War | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| Impact of Writing | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| Land Of The Desert | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| It Is You | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| Renewed | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| Loneliness | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
| A New Love | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
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