I FEARED LONELINESS | POEM

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Sometimes I played with loneliness,
How could I not?
if it was my eternal companion?
What can a lonely person expect from his childhood in life?

I FEARED LONELINESS

I feared Loneliness,
when I was a child
when she, too, was a child.
Then she became my friend,
my companion.
The sister I never had.

She was the one who picked me up from every fall
when mom wasn't there.

An unreal being that only lived in my mind.
I made her real to me

Her laughter was music to my ears
because that melody told me
that I was not alone,
that she was with me, accompanying me.

I grew up, but she did not grow up with me.
She was still the same girl.
I noticed that she was still wearing the same clothes
that day at my grandmother's wake.
She didn't leave the casket for a moment.
She loved my grandmother
and her cups of chocolate or coffee with milk and biscuits.

Only I could see her,
listen to her
laugh at her jokes
and talk to her.

When other people felt her,
they felt fear.
Don't be afraid, I would tell her!
but she continued with me
without ceasing to be a child.
It was rare to see a child talking about adult things.

She reproached me for all the girlfriends that I had
I even felt jealous of her.
She scared more than one of them in intimacy.
It was unbelievable that even at that moment she didn't leave.
I no longer wanted her by my side
It started to bother me.

I just wanted her to leave,
I wanted to be alone,
but...
I wasn't anymore.

You will go with me, he said

and so it was.

One afternoon I noticed that she
she wasn't in the car with me.
But in the middle of the highway,
her silhouette appeared on the road.

A few meters away another car hit me.
I only remember...
her,
helping me out of the car.

We were never separated again.
My people never spoke to me again
Now, we just look for
to anyone
who's afraid of loneliness

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There is a strong use of personification in this poem and that is just brilliant!

However, and I'm not sure if this is because of the way everything is worded or noted in the poem, but at some point, it all just gets confusing sometimes lol.

Seriously 😂, sometimes I had to got back to the top of the poem just to reassure myself that loneliness was not an actual girl! Lol.

Regardless, this poem is beautiful. It has a very strong melancholic message to it. Damn, I can't imagine being lonely that much or enjoying loneliness so much, that it becomes an embodiment of my own creation!

The idea is that when you read the poem you will concentrate fully on the reading. English is not my native language, but from what you describe, that is the effect I wanted when writing it in Spanish. I think the translator manages to translate what I want

Oh I see... It's alright then. No problem I understand.

Still a great story regardless of the translator!