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I sit and watch the walls Of loneliness slowly closing in Drawing in like a cold Windy, rain-filled night I can't ever remember feeling So utterly alone So completely adrift From everything And everybody I think of all The opportunities untaken The abilities wasted People shrugged off, blanked Nonchalant With all the flaming arrogance Of one who thinks that He is born lucky Special To whom the rules do​ not apply The kind who thinks he will Win the lottery Without even buying a ticket But I wasn't born lucky And I'm not special Failure hits me just as hard As anyone else And it keeps on hitting I'm like the boy who cried wolf I pushed people away Not thinking that one day They would take me at my word And now it's like I'm on a ship Condemned to drift Upon a sea of nothingness Unable to dock at any port Whilst food and fresh water Steadily run out Holes appear in the sails Water slowly seeps into the hull I have to choose, either A sad slow lingering starvation Or swiftly and sadly Walk the plank I sit and pray Up in the crow's nest I keep watch and hope Someone please calls The coastguard
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
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I sit and watch the walls Of loneliness slowly closing in Drawing in like a cold Windy, rain-filled night I can't ever remember feeling So utterly alone So completely adrift From everything And everybody I think of all The opportunities untaken The abilities wasted People shrugged off, blanked Nonchalant With all the flaming arrogance Of one who thinks that He is born lucky Special To whom the rules do​ not apply The kind who thinks he will Win the lottery Without even buying a ticket But I wasn't born lucky And I'm not special Failure hits me just as hard As anyone else And it keeps on hitting I'm like the boy who cried wolf I pushed people away Not thinking that one day They would take me at my word And now it's like I'm on a ship Condemned to drift Upon a sea of nothingness Unable to dock at any port Whilst food and fresh water Steadily run out Holes appear in the sails Water slowly seeps into the hull I have to choose, either A sad slow lingering starvation Or swiftly and sadly Walk the plank I sit and pray Up in the crow's nest I keep watch and hope Someone please calls The coastguard
An old poem, but I think that it's a good one.
#loneliness
ian-lewis-copestick
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ian-lewis-copestick
45/M/Stoke On Trent
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
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