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Alone in a Virtual Crowd

One sad and lonely soul amidst this sea of poets,
Surely they are kind, yet they refuse to show it.
Only of words are their usernames comprised
Nobody is behind those words listening to my cries.

I enter poem after poem,
I pour at my soul.
I receive kind comments,
Yet they serve a higher goal.

Why is it so hard to find a friend,
Someone who really will listen and advise,
Not someone that enjoys my poetry,
But one who wipes these tears from my eyes.

Until then I'll just keep typing along.
Going through the motions, commenting on.
Others write poems,and receive comments from me.
Yet behind those usernames lies nothing i see.

No person exists beyond those computer screens,
They are nothing more than what I am able to see.
I have no one from whom I receive true affirmation.
I remain in my prison of decaying isolation.

Author notes

so talk to me so i can know more than three people. lol.

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  • Note The Sarcasm
    June 1, 2008

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    Great write once again. I feel the same sometimes. If you ever want to talk or whatever, you've got my email and number. Keep writing awesome stuff.


  • x-Black-Butterfly-x gold member
    March 19, 2008

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    i would love to talk to you message me and we can chat lol this speaks alot and howalot of people feel well done


  • Suicide Hotline
    March 17, 2008

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    You know i will always be here for you. , but sometimes people need more than two or three friends to see the diffrence and personalities to live of off, ill always be here for you when you need me! if you can be here for me too, their not much to look forward to just commenting if the people commenting mean nothing to you. its like a little child in a play, the only important people there are their parents. Pero que buen poema david!