Night
The night is
very still.
Night’s age and
shatter - like old glass
No sound, no
breath, no optimism
no smile, no
laughter, no joy,
no change in
anything.
Anger and wrath
Where am I
going?
Where will I go
from here?
I don't know
Just a solitary
woman wandering
I Am Lonely
I am so lonely
The wind blows
gently.
The sky is
grayscale.
The leaves fall
slowly.
The world is
feverish.
I am so lonely
a poem helps
fill out
the emptiness
Where is love?
Where is beauty?
I am so sad
a cup of green
tea
helps fill out
the unhappiness
I really need a
hug.
I really need a
kiss
I cry silently
MÓNIKA TÓTH
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