Solitude

I sit in my room at night.
My oldest friend greets me at twilight.
He sits and stares, not making a sound
For no one knows, He has me bound.

I dare not speak, for He would leave.
I dare not cry, for He would breathe.
If He departs, Demons fill my dreams
If I cry, He taunts me with screams.

I cannot win, if I succeed He flees
When He leaves, Depression enters with the breeze.

Reviews

[mappingthenight]

I really enjoyed this! I'm not usually a big poem reader, especially ones that rhyme, but I like the flow of your thoughts and description of how "He" would react to any of the person in the poem's utterances. I also love the desperation of the poem, how it seems like a no-win situation. That's not always easy to capture! Thanks for sharing.

[Christian N. C.]

Thank you for your feedback, I really appreciate it! Glad you enjoyed it and I also like your take on it even though you aren't a fan of rhyme scheme poetry!

[Perkele.7885]

I like how you constructed your poem. It gave me me pause to figure out the identity of the friend which I thought was clever of you. A good poem all round.

[Christian N. C.]

Thank you for your feedback, I'm glad you enjoyed it!