This which I call loneliness

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  1. GammaRae

    GammaRae Active Member

    This which I call loneliness is cold.
    This loneliness leaves the face wet and the heart starved...
    and begging.
    This loneliness never began and this loneliness will never dissipate..
    or lessen.
    This loneliness leaves a stomache heavy and the head light..
    and aching.
    This loneliness is lying beside a body but not feeling warm.
    This loneliness is speaking to a face but not being heard.
    This loneliness is crying softly but being resented for my noise.

    I was born alone.
    I've always been alone.
    I shall die alone.

    I resent the hope you gave me..
    I resent the illusion you created for me..
    An illusion I clung to that maybe for only a second...
    I was not alone.

    I am but a fragile fragment of thread on a sewing room floor
    Useless, unwanted, meaningless
    Forgotten.

    This which I call loneliness lingers by my side.
    This which I call loneliness never strays very far from the back of my mind.
    This which I call loneliness resurfaces from time to time..
    Always there.

    This loneliness is cold.
    This loneliness is bitter.
    This loneliness cuts, bruises, burns and starves.
    This which I call loneliness will be the congenital illness that takes
    My simple, insignificant life.

    Alone, the dreams you gave me sink.
     
  2. GammaRae

    GammaRae Active Member

    "look Away"

    Is it dark enough?

    Don't you need this?

    More is not enough, this is just not right, less will be too much.

    And they pluck your life away, like feathers from a winged
    carcas..

    I see rot.

    Particles of your consequence pronounce themselves, pointing their fingers at me.

    Why must I acknowledge guilt for that which I am not the cause?

    I never was what you hoped for.

    I am not only disposable but parasitic in your eyes and desirable for termination.

    A defect child.

    Your punishment and blame..

    You looked away.

    Look away.
     
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