Sitting in the darkness
With loneliness, my old friend
He says, “Child, stop your crying.”
I say, “Don’t you condescend.”

Too many moments of solitude
The desolation starts to linger
More and more people slip away
Like sand falling through my fingers

I try to stop the slipping
Catch every bit of grain
But just like longing for lost love
This act I do in vain

“So loneliness,” I tell him
“At least you’re here to stay.”
He smiles and say, “Don’t worry child.”
“I’ll always have my way.”


About Alia Sabino

A free-spirited soul always yearning for adventure and new experiences, she writes to make sense of the world she lives in. When given the choice, she always chooses love, whatever that choice may be.

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