The Lonely People…

The Lonely People

by Esther Brincat

Sometimes you feel lonely,
not knowing what to do,
wanting someone by your side,
to hold your hand through, and through.

Someone who knows you,
who understands you,
but all you feel is alone,
Like your heart has been thrown,
by the person you used to trust the most.

And you become one of them,
a part of The Lonely People,
With no one by your side,
so you wander the Earth alone.

The Lonely People walk the streets,
They feed on pain and sadness,
Their stone cold heart,
Are their treats.

We are the Lonely People,
Haunting the streets alone,
Our symbol is the eagle,

soaring by ourselves,
in the dark blue sky.






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