19th January, 2016 Writers

Always in search of a friend,

The ones whose tought of a bend as being the end,

It consumes you like a rat in a dark hole,

You loose your closest companion, your shadow,

It found me, and I lost my head,

No light, no tunnel, I am as good as dead,

The solution to this lies within,

But how do begin?

My only light refuses to shine,

Not even a ray,

I hope you would not wait till I'll see my hair grey,

I went on my knees and pray,

I think someone is here with me,

I listened again,

All heard was my echo.

Lagos, Nigeria
  • Loneliness is always looking for a friend, it found me once and has been around since then.

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