Poetic Corners ~ The Sweetest Love I've Ever Known

How does it feel to be loved my many and ignored by one,
How does it feel to be adored by your peers, but the dark spot of his sun,
To be human is to be flawed, but to be flawed is not always human,
How does it feel to sit lonely in a crowded room,
Or to eat off an empty plate,
It’s never too late is what they say,
But what if the last train has felt you again,
and now you are sitting by yourself in the rain,
No shelter, no hope, just abandoned and poignant.
No length, no depth, just the sound of your breath,
The thoughts in your head, the frustration in your chest, as the rain pounds down on your neck,
To be successful and poor,
To be open and torn,
To be understanding and lost,
How does it feel to love so hard,
But a mere stain on a cloth,
To give so much and to have you face buried 6 feet below the earth,
Is irony really ironic or is life ignored and suppressed until we are force….
How does it feel to loose feeling, to allow numbness to become your home,
How does it feel to be alone……..in this cold, censored… world