Like thoughts rolling down
a rocky hill…
My slanted and skewed mind
is only understood
by the me who sleeps
deep inside…
And though he laughs and
nods knowingly…
It still pretty much means
that I walk this life
Enchanted by emptiness….
Known by so few…
Loved…
But alone…
—————-
David L. Whitman 1/13/2013 sliding off the trail
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Thank you Mr. David.
You’re welcome and thank you Mr. Jueseppi!
beautiful and relatable.
Thank you marcelle. Glad you can relate
You used my real name, silly. delete, and then say something new.
hehe
loneliness so well described..touching..
Thank you so much, Padmini !
so sad poem but I guess we all feel the same sometimes. Who actually know me or you or them? Who knows what is behind the smile? Maybe happiness, loneliness, sadness, despair?
I like both photo and poem
Yes…Even the most sincere of us have our masks….Thank you !!
Yes we do but because we have to not because we want to. only to protect ourselfs or others.
You are welcome!
That’s a good point. Thank you Mateja.
Great poem, David … end is a little sad – but you write beautifully!
I do not like loneliness … I do not like loneliness … sometimes there are times when I want to be alone, but that only for a little while … It graoaznica loneliness – simply refuse, to imagine to be in a place isolated, I only ….
Thank you so much for sharing!
Warm wishes, David and an exceptional week with your family! Sincerly Stefania!
thank you Stefania. You have a lot of insight, and i feel blessed when you come by