Solitude

I'm tired,

 

I'm tired of people.

I'm tired of situations involving socializing

 

God,

I'm so tired,

 

Of stupid problems

With people too sensitive to think straight

 

Now,

I'm a hypocrite

 

Not that I care

I'm just...

 

Tired.

 

So,

Many people.

Too, many people

 

No more,

Make it stop.

 

please?

 

 

Reviews

[R. L. Hill]

I doubt that it is people that weary you, but the wickedness present within society elicited by people who ooze their sin without care. We are all tired of this, and yet, we are all apart of the problem. Solitude, therefore, is merely an illusion shared by all humanity too silent, too frightened, too disgusted to share a truth that would wipe away the vile outpouring of souls wandering toward an eternal darkness where solitude becomes the only true existence. So, I ask you, what is the truth to wipe away sin and connect our hearts outside of disillusion?

[Meraki]

It's a mirror. So blunt in it's sharp edged truth that simply looking into it's reflective surface would cripple us in ways we couldn't imagine. If you want to wipe away anything show them what it is from the outside how cold and cruel it is to be that way. Nonetheless I do tire of socialising I like time to myself to think and recooperate it gives me time to recover and not sink. I think of it as my coping mechanism.

[Misery]

Yes, yes, and yes...but if never stops does it? We ache, we plead. we curse and bleed our thickest tears, but it never stops. Raw and real, a nice creation from the soul, dear poet.

[Meraki]

If only, I say. If only I could stop time I would. If only for a minute, just a minute. That's all I need.

[Misery]

What would you do in that one magical minute?

[Meraki]

Breathe. Think. Just, be. What would you do?

[Meraki]

Maybe change. Change is, different

[Misery]

If I had one magical minute I would, perhaps, fade away into blissful nothingness.

[Meraki]

I've come too close to that before. I've had my fill of nothingness.