In empty halls, I wander wide,
A solitary figure, side by side,
With shadows cast, and silence deep,
My heart echoes, in a lonely sleep.
The city buzzes, outside my door,
Yet in my soul, a hollow roar,
A longing for connection, true and kind,
A sense of belonging, left behind.
In crowded rooms, I feel alone,
A stranger's face, in a sea of stone,
No gentle touch, no loving gaze,
Just a vast emptiness, in endless days.
The stars above, a distant hum,
A reminder of life, beyond this numb,
A hope that someday, I'll find my way,
To a warm embrace, and a brighter day.
Until then, I'll hold on to the night,
And let the darkness, be my guiding light,
For in its depths, a spark remains,
A flame of hope, that refuses to wane.
About the Creator
Emem Ini
A honest writer writing about all experiences in life 😊❣️
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith7 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
What a melancholy poem....oddly and sadly beautiful.
The meaning is really deep 😭😭😭