Are We All Lone? (poem)

are we all alone?

with hand on the phone

yet no one's ever calling

faces are scrolling

people are plenty

when you are twenty,

but the thirties are here

mamas out there

locked up at homes

dried up to bones

no life is left

feelings are theft

memories come

dreaming won't harm

in suburbs' prison

governed by reason

our feelings simmer

no one's a winner

are we all are meant

to suffer 'til end.

Per Uki’s request: DALL·E 2024-04-26 21.18.13

Per Uki’s request: DALL·E 2024-04-26 21.16.06 - A minimalist artistic interpretation of the concept 'Are We All Lone_'