It's Lonely in my Bubble

Just a simple poem of how I feel most of the time.

It's lonely in my bubble.

The weight of empty, crushing,

Still waters lay quiet,

No ripples, no beauty, nothing.

People often pass me,

and they always look straight in,

I begin to smile and wave,

No reply, no attempt, nothing.

Years now of waiting

Patiently for something,

Day in and day out,

No sign, no signal, nothing.

Desperately peering out,

The bubble's sides I'm touching,

Screaming 'someone help me',

No notice, no bother, nothing.

The days are growing cold,

My eyes are slowly shutting,

Tiredness possesses me,

No strength, no courage, nothing.

The sun it rises, the same,

It's time to attempt this again,

I struggle to get to my feet,

No change, no difference, nothing.

It's lonely in my bubble.

Reviews

[Lovecraft]

Sounds uncomfortably isolating. Damn, I can relate to this very well indeed. A yearning, a desire to be... connected to someone else, something else. To not stifle in loneliness.

Beautifully poignant poem, in my opinion.

[Simone Davis]

A beautiful poem that portrays such loneliness and invisibility

[Chris]

Hi... having a quiet day? Small town/village or rural farming area?

[Gee]

Is this loneliness, isolation because of your living in a foreign country or are you having, like many do, a spell in your life when all seems humdrum, samey, and life seems to be happening all around you without inviting you to join ??