Lonely

Loneliness fills my heart
As I through my dart.
No sound comes out of the room
As only a moth spinning a cacoon.
Juices of food spill
But families are ill.
Who could have done this
As my foes begin to kiss.
This is my life as a orphan
To only a man in clothes.

by ALexander Konchev

Comments (1)

Alex your poemis nice but ccontains some grammar prob. still its a nice poem