I stand tall and promise my new year resolution
I will end this lonely moment
I shiver but no one is there to give their coat
This loneliness is what I want to describe
Something unwanted
A bird with no nest
A heart without love
This loneliness is worse than air with no oxygen
A mirror without reflection
Stop time which never passes
Darker than prison darkness
This loneliness is brighter than sun brightness
It’s music without a tune
A thorn without a flower
A tree without fruit
This loneliness is cancer without operation.
It is hotter than hot coal, colder than ice
A book with no words
A lock without key
This loneliness is a sunken ship.
It’s a tower without a door
A statue
A pen without paper
This loneliness is a pool with no water.
I want to describe it more,
I run out of ink,
I squeeze the pen in my hand,
I scream, shout, cry
As loud as thunder that shakes in the sky.
Still no one can hear me
There are no warm hugs
There is no beloved one
There is no one to understand me, feel and kiss my forehead.
I realize my hand is bleeding,
I continue writing with blood
My hands are colder as it’s snowing
I continue writing.
By Farahnaz
Photo by Camil Tulcan
Dearest Farahnaz,
This is one of the most moving descriptions of loneliness I have ever read. Thank you. I will return and read it many times so that I can absorb its full meaning. Your images are haunting — I especially love “a book with no words.”
All the best,
Liz
Farahnaz
Your words bring me back to the days when I felt quite like this, and show me how far I’ve come.
Thank you
elaine
Farahnaz,
I really admire your writing style because when I read this poem, I connected to the feelings of loneliness you portrayed. The comparisons you give really a vivid explanation of the loneliness in this poem.
Thanks,
Dan