Tired

Tired because I thought that working can heal my heartache.

In the middle of the winter,

I walk alone.

Even though I wear scarf,

I can’t escape cold.

To forget this loneliness,

I worked and worked.

I thought working will heal my heartache.

But it only made me realize

How sad to be lonely is.

The pain is unbearable.

Longing for you is worse than working too hard.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Alicia™]

This reminds me of Boulevard of Broken Dreams…

[Emer]

Working doesn't solve problems - not even money problems! I find when I work I just think excessively. As sad as this poem is it's very well written. Good job

[deeps]

such a sad write here. Well expressed

[Dreamer<3]

Wow, this is absolutely amazing. I'm not a big poetry person, but I love this.

[paul]

ahh, brilliant. what an amazing poetic voice you have