When a rainy day dies, together with a few unfortunate souls,
I ponder at the notion of painting a colorful picture to put up in the small room in which my body will rest someday
Its a picturesque vision of life or lack thereof that does seem to linger too long in my eyes,
Like a distant mirage...with the loneliness of a hog dying in labor
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Nice deep poem. I love your poem titles they are captivating.
I too am to be a part of this shadow-chasing marathon Loners die alone, washed up onto the shores of a solitary island where fame holds no sway at the last line. you have summed up your theory and poetic diction on this theme of loneliness... yes no man is an island......... we are to be with everyone...... loners. die alone........ thank u dear poet for this realization which you are giving us. tony