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