You are only a dust that no one wants,
Yet I come to pick you up.
You have no price in their eyes,
Yet you are precious in my eyes.
you are nothing to them,
yet you are something for me,
so, I keep you on my side.
There is always one person who cares about you, even though you feel like there is none. In whatever circumstances, loneliness will push us away from social gatherings and bring us to depression. As it is said, "Loneliness is the poverty of self". Loneliness is the feeling of being unwanted; it is the most terrible feeling.
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Avila Osinta
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Lovely sentiments! Resonance is harder to come by for those who explore the fringes of consciousness. Yet it might be remarked that the sage on the mountain, the old wise woman in the woods, the sincere monk or nun, mystic or magus, is, as you say, never really alone. There are many paths. It was a delight to walk a little with you on yours today. Thank you. :)
Loneliness is the poverty of self. That was so deep. Loved your poem!