Forever Alone

March 14, 2012
By ndafonte0618 SILVER, Milford, Massachusetts
ndafonte0618 SILVER, Milford, Massachusetts
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Alone; lonelier than I knew one could be.
An abandoned warehouse,
Inquiring a purpose.
Bare; leaving me with nothing,
Like a blank paper with no potential.

Sabotaged; Stolen from under my wing,
Deserting me for a promiscuous woman.
Inferior; As if I will never be good enough.
Like a neglected child,
Waiting for love to come around.

The emptiness of his heart surrounds me.
He attacks me with his lies,

As the light bombards this vacant room.
He rejects the truth,
Like the frigid bed declines my intense body heat.

He is the doctor of deception,
Specializing in heartbreak.
The walls scream out his name,
Taunting me with their cruelty.
Alone; lonelier than I knew one could be.

The author's comments:
This poem corresponds with the painting "Morning Sun" by Edward Hopper.

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