As whispers and weeps
Loneliness speaks
Torn and broken at the seams
All that's left are faint cold screams
And a loving home that was no more
The inside burned to the core
And in the end it turned to be
A land that was no longer free
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Loneliness
PoetryMy poem is called Loneliness. This is by far my favorite poem I've written. Its short, but it has real meaning. I hope you like it as much as I do! Please read, comment, fan, VOTE, share, and/or add this to your reading list if you like it! <3 Kels...
