A Poem For the Lonely

the wind has come but the room is dark.Lifeless with no means to move .as the spring birds sing but yet i am still alone.no one question no one cares all they see is some type of care bear.but do they care no.they act as if they do.but in the end i am still so blue.as the Bird song begins to fade alone in the darkness is well full.not even enough room for me not even enough room for you.again rejected by the rejects and where am i somewhere alone in the cold grips of death as she plays her sweet lullaby's so softly i want to go but just as that she teases me and push me back.and again i am still alone and feel so blue.

dragonofdeath dragonofdeath
22-25, M
3 Responses Mar 21, 2009

Lol- I know that one brother...DD

that is so true i always wonder why but i realize that no matter where i go or what i do i can not run from what the Gods/Goddess have chosen for me to do.

To be truly different is to be alone. Normals can’t relate to those who are different. <br />
When I was a High School Teacher I laughed at the normals attempts to be “different”. They would adopt the uniform of one group or another and declare themselves “Different”. No change, just different costume. <br />
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To get a rose tattoo when no one else had one would be different. Ha! Not so much when EVERONE had a rose tattoo. Or a piercing, or wearing all black ETC… <br />
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You are different then you pay the price…you will be alone…DD