Poets & Poetry

My first love

Voices screeching, fingers pointing
A cruel world made for strangers.
Blame is crushing, guilt is haunting
A prison that no one escapes.
There is nowhere safe
For a refugee
Like me,
Like you.
Loneliness is a monster
From which you can’t run.
Wherever you go
It already waits.
When you hide
It already lurks.
You are my hope
In the darkness.
I believe in love
We are
Free from sadness,
Because you and I
Only have a room
For two.