A heart in jumbles <br />seeking ways to realse its bubbles. <br />It tuggles amidst struggles <br />to be free from shack shackles. <br /> <br />Arms open like three- sixty degrees <br />ready to accept referees <br />to be set at ease <br />or there will be a freeze. <br /> <br />Alone and seeking <br />whole body aching <br />makes a difficult living. <br />loneliness like dying in suffering <br /> <br />Ah! be it it no real <br />for it is no deal <br />but can only kill. <br />Companions, pour on me.<br /><br />Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-lonely/
