I am alone...

Poem about feeling alone in a world so filled with people and the danger when acting on that feeling.

 

 

 

 

I am standing in the shower

my thoughts and feelings laid bare

all the world is able to see

but there is no one here

I am alone

the water cascades down my hair

enveloping me in a cool blanket

I shiver slightly from the cold

I wish I could warm my soul

standing there looking at my feet

I feel my pain like a caged bird

fluttering inside me trying to escape

how I wish there was another way

with one swift motion my pain finally starts to leave

small at first, then growing bigger

the bird is taken apart piece by piece

and sent out away from me

down it goes to mingle with the cold waters

the waters that will chill the heat of pain

down, down into the sewer

down where it should be, outside of me

as it goes i feel a weight lifted

I feel light and freer, almost euphoric

I throw my head back

letting the waters fall on my face

oh so beautiful the pain is when it leaves

like a tender rose

oh so beautiful, oh so fragrant

but you dare not touch it for it will sting

but now the sting is leaving

I start to feel heavy again

but this time physically so I sit

I lean my head back and just watch

watch this evil feeling leave me

allowing myself to feel content and safe once more

forgetting the lies, the deceit,

the backstabbing that lead me here

forgetting the feeling of being forgotten

with one swift motion my pain started to leave

why oh why didn’t I do this sooner

why did I let myself suffer so long

the pain is almost gone now

just a swift motion then a few minutes letting it go

and all this suffering would have been drained away until the next time.

This whole time I’ve been building it up

what a waste but people do crazy things

when they are alone

relieved of my pain I relax

and just enjoy the feeling of water

sprinkling over my body

I smile enjoying this peace

the first peace I’ve felt in months

my mind starts to wander

and I feel tired

I let myself fall into a dream

but I’ll never wake up

for I am alone

Reviews

[Chad Wesley Allbrett]

Lonesome, dang, met him a few times!

Well done, you lift the reader out of the mass of the blues
send it down the drain, away from you.
But then remind all of us that you remain; alone.
-Sad lifting, and back again.

Question for you: do you think that lonesome is the same as being alone?
I mean, are they mutually inclusive or different?

[Lex]

I guess that's what it kind of boils down to, being lonely. It's one of the saddest things in the world to be or to feel alone.

Good write.