My pen and paper
I walk a deep sadness path with my loneliness. This emptiness makes me slow.
I fall to my knees and cry out loudly.
Tears knock silently at my eyes.
I can’t find anyone to share my pain with so I make friends with my pen and paper. I share with them all my pain.
They cry with me.
The paper becomes wet with their tears.
Feelings of Loneliness
I am alone
And this is what alone is:
To be nothing
To have nothing
To hurt so badly
Aching not only in your heart
But in every cell of your body.
I am ignored,
as a completely uncared for orphan.
because they’ve all gone.
I was left behind
with no one to walk with.
Oh how I want them back! With no friend to see or hear my agony I cry.
With all possibility of hope
sorrow moves in to love me.
After travelling to Australia from Sri Lanka by boat, Ravi was detained in Nauru Regional Processing Centre and Melbourne Immigration Transit Accommodation for over three years. He is now living in the community and has published a collection of his poems written from within our detention centre system.