The night makes me think, not of something happy...


The Night

I sit under a full moon, my eyes wandering the sky.
Spotting a satelite I focus on it's journey across the darkness.
It flies straight as an arrow and my mind wanders home.
A long way to travel, my friends far away.

I know no one as well as I would wish, my friends all new and fresh.
Sharing what I think would be to hard to do, I know them not that well.
A scream wells up inside, I try my best to stop it.
I feel quite alone, there's no one close by.

Why is it that I always feel so alone? I have family and friends, but all so far away.
I might call and talk, but it's really not the same. The face of my friends, their smile and their touch.
So much easier, so much better if only they were close.
My thoughts only shared over paper, it lacks the proper feeling.

It helps to write my feelings and thoughts.
So much better to have someone to share with, someone to listen.
Perhaps I should try finding someone to listen?




Poetry by QuiZZer
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Written on 2006-03-14 at 15:59

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Zoya Zaidi
You have foung some one to listen!
Me!
So go ahead ...
I am a good listner!

((hugs))
Love,xxx, Zoya
2006-03-14