Being Lonely

A heart in jumbles
seeking ways to realse its bubbles.
It tuggles amidst struggles
to be free from shack shackles.

Arms open like three- sixty degrees
ready to accept referees
to be set at ease
or there will be a freeze.

Alone and seeking
whole body aching
makes a difficult living.
loneliness like dying in suffering

Ah! be it it no real
for it is no deal
but can only kill.
Companions, pour on me.

by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha

Comments (1)

Nicely done.................