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Lonely is a river running cold,
abundant emotions trickling down gray slate,
encasing a heart, eager to love.
Choices like branches, lead astray,
complicating voages of completion.

Perceptions clouded by dwarf storms of disappointment.
Alone in a field of weeds, a vibrant rose awaits,
slowly withering, time passes & a breeze grazes,
her petals with empathy.

Reality a strong slap in the face,
the bitter stinging passes only to strengthen again. 

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  • LylaEmoriaCullen
    October 30
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    This is a wonderful poem and it's so heartfelt, keep up the good work


  • Nevel
    August 15

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    A touching piece of poetry I might say...a lot of feeling inside...it's wonderful done...a softness arising after facing hardship.
    L1 lonely---> lonelyness; "Reality a strong slap in my face" ----> perhaps:"Reality strongly slaps my face" making a personification, or...add "is" behind reality. Just suggestions.
    Erwin