Welcome everyone to another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner—#37. Well here is a treat. A poet who writes musings and poetry about her life, her online life. Pretty intriguing stuff I might add. Her name is Hiddenentity, and her work tonight is called “Solo.” Nice poem, heart-felt emotions of how people feel from time to time.
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Visiting is always welcome followed by a thanks!
Like a black dot among the colorful unknown,
Like an invisibile woman that can’t be shown,
Like a low-densed object that can easily be drowned,
Like a dull creature that cannot be honed.
It’s better to be alone than with anyone else,
You’ve brought them to places, but you’re the one fell.
They’re happily living, but you’re only lying on your bed;
Thinking of your fate, that has not yet started.
It’s better to be alone and play with your pain,
It’s happier to dance and to talk with the rain.
Until you get tired, hopeless, crazy, and drained,
And wander the whole city looking for your brain.
It’s nicer to be alone and embrance your fate,
Than to have someone asking how big is your faith.
Maybe somewhere, sometime, there will be an open gate,
Run into it, like a student who only comes late.
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