Eaten Alive

This is the first, and as of yet only, poem I have ever written. It's not very deep and metaphorical but I'm relatively happy with it.

Not killed by man,
Nor felled by nature,
Neither has disease taken.
For I have been eaten alive from far within.
By a thing that does not live,
But festers deep within the swamps of the silent mind.
Taking strength from the dark,
Growing until no room will be left for the light of day.

Isolation is cause and isolation is symptom,
For this is the most vicious of all cirlcles.

To be alone is to be eaten alive.

Reviews

[Kousika]

being alone is ofcourse the worst thing.. the poem is greatly narrated and is very dercriptive in depth..
the sadness, the loneliness is seen as clear as the cloud.. Great work sir so keep going..

[Fallen Phoenix]

Thank you!! :)

[Pushkar Prabhat]

this is great.........only deep and metaphorical poems are not great.........and this is deep and full of metaphors................so be proud!!!! :D :D
very well written.......
i loved it!!!
:)

[Fallen Phoenix]

Thank you very much! :)

[Pushkar Prabhat]

you are welcome!!! :) :)