a Poem by Raquel Swann
Lonely is a deserted island with no boat.
It is a lone tree that still stands after a fire.
It is a caterpillar wrapping itself up in a cocoon.
It is a conversation with an inanimate object and expecting an answer.
It is a field full of weeds with only one flower blooming.
It is an animal in a cage awaiting its owner to return from a long work day.
It is knowing the truth and living a lie.
It is being given the directions and having no legs.
It is walking a circular path over and over again.
It is a solution with no resolution.
It is a tear with no tissue.
It is a clown with no circus.
It is a sunny day with no where to go. Edit
It is a secret with no one to tell.
It is how I feel.