Totally Alone

scary nightmare.

 

It isn’t the rushing wind

seeming to crush my breath.

It isn’t the wild abandon

that drops me off a precipice.

 

It isn’t the lonely solitude

that confines me to my own thoughts.

Its’ the fear of my shortcomings

that exposes my deepest innermost being.

 

Most usually, my pillow is my solace.

It cradles my soul.

It builds a stronghold against

that day’s madness.

 

Its calm surrender

captures my thoughts and

takes them to

a place of rest.

 

But lurking deep

within the shadow recesses,

there lives the remembrances

of harsh demands.

 

I find myself drawn

deeper into the tangled web

of helplessness

and inability.

 

People count on my abilities.

I’m being watched

to see if I won’t

measure up.

 

I turn around and

suddenly notice,

I am naked

from the waste down.

 

I’ve learned to put on a brave front.

Walking awkwardly

I shuffle to the edge of

my peers.

 

Generous people

are silent and respectful.

But their blindness

goes only so far.

 

Try as I might

I am no match

for,

the mental stares.

 

Lar

Reviews

[Carole]

Love your candidness here LSS.


It isn't the lonely solitude

that confines me to my own thoughts.

Its' the fear of my shortcomings

that exposes my deepest innermost being.


You have pegged something here that many struggle profusely with. Probably rates pretty high for number one fears!

Most usually, my pillow is my solace.
It cradles my soul.

It builds a stronghold against
that day's madness.

Its calm surrender
captures my thoughts and
takes them to
a place of rest.

Many use sleep as that place of escapism. I am sure everyone has done that at one time or another.

This is the picture of anxiety. I see you tossing and turning through the night with a nightmare of expectations flooding over you.

Imagery is perfect in your poem. It was well thought out and follows a logical sequence, Lar.


Very nicely done! Carole

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Totally Alone'
LSS,
This poem, this prose is so good in that it speaks honestly of the reality of our inner selves. We are alone with our own selves. We cannot hide from our selves, our true selves, nor lie to our selves. We can get away with putting up a front with others who may not really know our personalities. Well that's my take on this one.
Bless you
Kathy

[Pointblank]

So telling and meaningful. A deeply heartfelt pouring of the soul. Many can relate Im sure. In reading several of your pieces I am going to agree with your antagonists and say publish..publish.

[T]

"Its' the fear of my shortcomings

that exposes my deepest innermost being."

I enjoyed this poem Lar, the fear of exposure, the fear of other's measurements...well written and expressed.

[Lori]

Very original and enjoyable read from the title to the end. I wouldn't change a thing!