we are born alone to die alone
the self is either warmed up in-between
or under a lonesome cold
only the corpses get stiff i thought
not so when emotional touch is no more
© hülya n. yılmaz, 11.8.2016
[Own photograph; at Light on the Lake Bed and Breakfast, North East, PA]
Filed under Reflections
Tagged as life, lonesomeness, love, misconceptions, misleading the self, Poetry
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