Poem 354 – The Lonely Child

A child might wish to be alone,
Likewise the lover, wracked with pain,
But I know that the time for bliss,
Enraptured by another’s refrain
Of ‘I love, I do, you know this is true’
Has gone, and instead I wish
To learn to love being alone
To never yearn for someone else’s kiss.


Dear readers,

I am aware that I have developed the habit over the past few hundred poems of including a brief message in this section. On reflection, I believe that it is time to change that so I only use it when I have something worth saying that in some way augments the poem. Should there be any objections, feel free to raise them – I will be glad to listen to any comments, as always.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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