Poetry

Lonely Page (#910)

Feelings of loneliness seem to lurk,
For writing is truly solitary work,
It’s felt when we look up from the page,
The extent is quite hard to gauge,
Sometimes we yearn to frolic outside,
But between the pages is where we hide,
Sometimes we desire to be with friends,
But we must see how that chapter ends,
Sometimes we wish to open up and share,
But many times, we wouldn’t even dare,
For writing is truly solitary work,
Feelings of loneliness seem to lurk,

Any Thoughts?

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