Five Senses of Loneliness

Taste the bitterness of soul concealed in its fake identity. An angsty poem I wrote a year ago.

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Five Senses of Loneliness

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Do you notice, do you notice?

Laughing was a mask to cover the unbearable pain --

the loneliness of this heart?

Can you see, can you see?

Beyond those beautiful yet smiling eyes --

there was agony and despair?

Can you hear, can you hear?

The thumping of this heart rapidly racing 

to break the lonesome word --

called Sadness?

Can you smell, can you smell?

The perfect fragrance of melancholy sprinkled starkly over me,

the aroma of hatred slightly killing me.

Can you taste, can you taste?

The bitterness of soul concealed in its fake identity.

Would someone risks his life just to taste and say it's sour, that

My life has no flavor?

Can you touch, can you touch?

Will there be a day that someone will touch this hand,

whose heart that was sunk in sorrow?

Can anybody hold my hand and make me feel that I am....alive?

May I ask, may I ask.

Perhaps someone might know.

"Do I even exist?"

Author's Note

bitterness and angstyness