Loner

There is this other time in ones life when being alone is the only option

Sitting on the edge of the world,eyes closed and dangling my feet
Below me is a cold black endless pit of drama and betrayal
Slowly I spread my arms like an eagle about to take off I breath the fresh air
I like being alone,trapped in my own world with no hate or worry

A perfect little world for a fragile heart
I am not anti social,maybe introvert I just like drowning in my own imagination
I even have friends there now,my own quite utopian society.
A temporary distraction to the never ending pain

Wierdo,freak psycho to name but a few.
I am now more used to the names,I like wierdo the most
All the whispers,glaring eyes I do not notice at all
Lost in my own world that no one els can relate to just my thoughts and I

As I look around my circle of friends keeps getting smaller
All started as avoiding the drama and dealing with the pain now i'm addicted
For once I can let go all burdens of the heart,screams of the world and tears of the sky
Trapped in an endless loop of my own thoughts and away from the claws of reality.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

this is a very honest piece of writing where you show the reader how trapped you are in your own little utopia.... where you seem to thrive in this pain....and no way out... it is very difficult to move on when this kind of hurt engulfs you.....i certainly would not call you weird..there are too many of us for that title.... in the world of today... sometime a little solace is good medicine... but it's also helpful to cry your eyes out and bring it all to the surface.... very honest and well written....
Warmly, B

[Robert Trakofler]

Open the flood gates and inundate the masses with your musings... good soul! We are all weird and strange freaks in here! Don't you see the straight jackets on the shelf in the back of the cafe they aren't just for decoration you know? Just this morning I was talking to a ball of flashing color streaks before getting ready to attend a funeral. Scrawl, draw, sing, paint, scream bellows till your hands bleed and your lungs fall out

[Shandra Sun]

I so loved the vibration contained in these words of yours. I know that world you are talking about. And I've learned to cherish my sweet solitude. I sense a delicate person behind the pain you express. But also a strong one who dares to face being alone. It takes a lot of courage to feel confortable with loneliness. Thank you for sharing in such a beautiful way.

[Obby]

we are all alone one way or the other & it good to get used to the solitude thank you for the review Sandra

[Carol Cashes]

"For once I can let go all burdens of the heart,screams of the world and tears of the sky
Trapped in an endless loop of my own thoughts and away from the claws of reality. "

And once there, write of the weirdly wondrous utopia you have to retreat to. I like this - especially the idea of sitting on the edge of the world dangling your feet - what a picture! Once believed to be true of earth, your Utopia is flat....good image for an imaginary world.

[Obby]

thanks a lot.