Alone I sit in silence

Prose written from the depths of despair

Alone I sit in silence,

Not a sound to be heard,

Stillness surrounds me,

As I am left to think.

 

This exile torments me,

As it gives me much too much time,

To sit and contemplate,

What has happened to me.

 

The shattering of my mind,

A millions shards scattering to the wind,

My pride broken,

My image distorted.

 

I try to sweep the pieces back together,

But I find that they do not fit,

And more and more I find little reason to care,

About making myself whole again.

 

I know I have those who care,

And would do what they could to help,

But while I feel I have no use,

All the aid does no good

 

This battle I truly feel,

Will be one of the hardest I’ve ever fought,

For the enemy is not flesh and blood,

But my own pride and stubborn mind.

 

I only hope I am up to this task,

For I fear that if I am not,

The result will be more than a bad mark,

Rather, the end of all I am.

 

So if I seem distant and distracted,

And don’t seem to take your advice,

I ask you to bear with me through it,

For this might be the battle for my life.

 

Your care has saved me once,

And I feel that I lean on you too much,

So I must thank you for being there,

And I hope you will always be my friend.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

This is one of the most poignant cries for help and support I've ever heard. You know, sitting alone in silence is not so bad--as soon as you learn that the loneliness and silence is owned by you; not the other way round