Aaand.....we are back!

Long time since I posted. But well, needed some topic to write on. After quite some time I am back with my old theme: Loneliness! Some of you may complain, but then you can never make everyone happy anyway. So I might as well make myself happy and put up my first really good poem, written when I was 15.

I stand alone…

I stand alone, a lonely desert tree
The loneliness comes out to bite at me
I look at the oasis so far away from me
I wonder what happens out there that I am not allowed to see

I stand alone, a lonely desert tree
I bear the sandstorms blowing around me
I stand through the sunlight so scorchy
I bear the cold night with fingers so frosty

I stand alone, a lonely desert tree
But what do I do when my roots turn against me?
I have neither food, nor water in me
I look around and, what do I see?
I see my dead bark lying beside me

I stood alone, a lonely desert tree
I bore the sandstorms blowing around me
I stood through the scorchy daylight, frostly cold night and loneliness biting at me
I wondered at the oasis so far away from me

I stood alone, a lonely desert tree
But now, I lie alone, a lonely dead tree