The Lonely Inhabitant

Sighing

I sit down

Letting the thoughts

Fill my head

Once again

 

All alone

In a world

that seems to be

Full of matches

 

I sit here

Counting off

The friends

That have gone

 

One...

Two...

Three...

More and more

Each week

 

I am left

All alone

Having turned down

So many offers

When I thought i was content

Where i was

Wrong was I

 

I was just too scared

To leave my lonely world

And join a bright new one

With someone by my side

 

So now I sit here

All alone

Watching people leave

This lonely place

While I quickly become

Its only inhabitant

Reviews

[Anita B Jacques]

Wow, I am impressed, I understand why you like writing, you are so good at it. I love your poem, the imagination what a tool. Now you can create a world full of friends. Thank you for sharing your talents.
God Bless

Anita

[BrightEyes]

there are so many questions brought to mind with this write, yet I feel it is more about the surreal of being left alone than the physicality of it. that one is not truly left alone, but it begins to feel that way as friends move onward and away. then beginning to look at the choices made, and second guessing oneself now. wondering if those choices were the right ones. left alone with one's thoughts, having too much time to think, too much time for retrospection, becoming that vicious circle that only leaves one feeling more alone than in the beginning.

[The DuchessPoet]

Oh my...
This is awesome!
Your words:
"I sit here

Counting off

The friends

That have gone



One...
Two...
Three...
More and more
Each week

I am left
All alone
Having turned down
So many offers
When I thought i was content
Where i was
Wrong was I'


I love what you wrote!

Very well written
I can hear you speak your words!

Very good write, my talented friend,
Vvery good write!

[Aly]

Great poem :D
I suggest you put in some puctuation though :D

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

Hmm...interesting, very interesting! So many different interpretations are zooming through my head! I wonder where to start!

I guess I'll just say, "Excellent job!" This is such a very sad poem, yet in my different interpretations of this piece I'm not sure whether I'd pity the narrator or be angry at the crowd.

*sigh* Either way, friends come and go, but with a precious few, you must hold onto. With that being said, this poem is slightly surreal, for no one could ever be abandoned this fast without having done something in the first place. This poem just makes me want to ask so many questions!

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood