Pains Of My Lonliness

No one to love,no one ever cared i was so alone,needed someone to love and be loved back but what i ever got in return as a feeling was a pain of lonliness

i alone in an island
my hands alone to the sand
wondering hearts to plant,
but nothing grows,
so it dies.

my feelings is like an ulcer
scratching it's emotions to sack
my feelings has no job
but rather day to day sob,
like a poor man in a hut.

Across the globe as it begun
technology seems to be my doctor
but i need it real
Oh cupid drag me to your gift
issue to me a missing ribs of human.

I have depended on my tears
all day of what is love?
it seems Utopian to my care
but  having it don't spear it
so where is it?

World skirts have headed,
bad theme as generation lead
my heart desires the truth
and not lies.
love as become lust
and obsession now thy vice love

Love they say you're are true
but i detest and you i screw
defend thy self and your care
you are now axiomatically sex
yes! thy name has change
and humans of few now hate thy name

Love, sex is thy enemy
war it
as like the day of stanlist and marxist
where war is peace..

Author's Note

thanks to you all for reviewing...love you

Reviews

[HaydenS]

Interesting, this something we all could relate to.

[Havthoveen]

wonderful piece ..how can we hook up ?

[loowzerX]

how old are you? I think it's a very good poem!

[nono]

Anyone can feel alone sooner or latter. I feel I write best when I'm alone and able to think and process. Good job! I love it congrats on winning!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your great winning poem!

[deeps]

Wow this is powerful and so well written.
You are a very powerful writer.

[Liza]

my interpretation is a feeling of disconnection and isolation from the connected virtual word - how emotions are separated from physical and emotional....

insightful piece.

[~ Otto Girl ~]

very nice piece.