Poems by George A

Loneliness

a poem by George A

Existing in a encountered world,
have those first thoughts of mine dead,
of none to live for,
nor any thing to live for,
as they say I breathe, not live!

I can hear the gentle breeze whisper
into my ears; solitude
And that I see anywhere
is everywhere omnipresent; loneliness,
Of what does my veins ache,
of what does my heart pump,
for love; does it crave,
in every drop of my blood does it thrive;
LONELINESS