Hitori

I know how you feel

I'm also dead inside

What is the point in being alive?

Scratching my skin

There is something I'm missing

That I need to find

What is it?

Is there any point in being alive?

Searching, but my eyes are too blind...

Is it here?

Or somewhere far behind?

The answer must be in my mind

But is there any point in being alive?

Searching for something

Something I'll never find...

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Hitori... what a lonely place... a wandering place... and your questions flow like such haunted echoes of a soul that cannot find a home, Daniela. So painful to read for I lived much of my life in that world alone. Powerfully spoken, and I so hope you're finding your answers, dear poet.