Lonliness is Sometimes Worth the Price
By peril_notion
Reaching through the smokescreen of distrust and conceit,
Looking past this blindfold of dispair.
Searching for the pieces of this life left incomplete,
Holding onto hopes no longer there.
Summoning the strength I need from deep within,
Grasping hold of such a thin belief.
Gray clouds gather round me as a new day does begin,
Once more from this life I seek relief.
Many oceans, many people, many miles away,
Many other feeling the exact same way.
Wondering the answer to: if there lies a day,
When they end up winning at this game.
Gamble on a future lost, or wait for one not found,
Sentimental visions paint the scene.
Who is yet to free me from these chains that I am bound,
What of all the days lost in-between?
Sure as night does follow day, my journey moves along,
Yet it seems no clues are there to see.
Looking back behind, I see a story all so wrong,
A thousand lonley footprints left by me.
Somewhere lying up ahead, I know inside my mind,
Another trail will suddenly appear.
Both will merge together, no more ever walking blind,
Each step I take will surely bring you near.
Let the sky be gray today, let the night be cold,
Just another simple sacrifice.
Soon this heart that stands alone, will at last be sold,
Lonliness is sometimes worth the price.
Comments on "Lonliness is Sometimes Worth the Price"
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On Thursday, March 25, 2010, Miztaken4beauty
(176) wrote:
I hope you're right, m'dear. I like the writting style.
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On Thursday, July 28, 2005, stormtalk
(727) wrote:
Sometimes... but often not? Very interesting write... loneliness is something with which I have become very familiar, lately... and it always makes for a good writing topic. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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On Wednesday, July 27, 2005, vaultgrl
(185) wrote:
....It flows, steady and powerfly...the kept the subject in mind and just the way you put it all together is amazing....great write....
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A former member wrote:
This is better than great. The structuralism, rhythm and flow of this work of art speaks volumes as it finds a groove in one's mind. The last two stanzas re-enforce the optimism shining through the hardships.