Bitter and lonely

Anger like none I've ever felt before
It wraps its claws
around my heart once more
One could ask.Why do you let it consume you?
I tell them,what's the point anyway.
All I ever do results in failure,
All I ever do just backfires at me
I guess one could say that sorrow suits me well
Almost too well for ones comfort
Most of my days I pass yearning for something I'll never have
And now that I'm all alone with my thoughts I've never been more afraid
I let myself completely go numb to others
I let myself become a cold shell filled with only bitterness and rage
Would I say I'm completely lost,I'd love to think otherwise
But as time passes I grow more and more obsessed with this little world in my head.
I would love to say I love this solitude,that I enjoy all the walls I've set between me and everyone else.
But I'd be lying,slowly I'm perishing away.Never to be remembered,simply forgotten.
I see all those people satisfied and happy and I simply wonder if that could be me.
But I know better than that,for I wasn't meant for love,but only to be left alone to drown myself in bitterness and liquor.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A very sad soliloquy as the protagonist struggles with inner demons and the outer world which he does not understand and thus withdraws, reluctantly to fester and become moribund. A sad tale in a flowing free verse with pathos.