Emotional Prisoner
Emotional prisoner
Here I sit, in my self imposed
solitary confinement,
punishing myself
for nothing at all
Reality is just a touch away
but no one is here.
Trusting only myself is
lonely but, it is comfortable
there is
no one to judge me,
no one to ridicule me
no one to disappoint me
no one to know me
no one to care about me
no one to love me
there is just
no one...
wait a minute!
I don't need anyone remember!
I'm happy with myself,
right? Right?...
Not feeling anything is good
Isn't it! Isn't it?
Feeling nothing means I
can't be hurt,
so then, that means...
I am invincible!
See not feeling anything is good
right?
Wait a minute! I just had a thought!
A sad thought...
what is this? Liquid sadness
escaping from the cracks
of the closed windows to my soul
Oh, that's weird,
it kind of feels good!
I felt bad for a moment
and now I feel good!
Maybe this feeling of emotion
is not so bad after all!!!
Maybe I can go outside
and feel something!!
Go ahead! You can do it!
Be emotional...
well,
that was an interesting exercise
in futility.
What a waste of my time!
So then...
what was I doing
Oh yeah,
nothing at all!
Well...
That's important right?
I'm happy with myself right?
I'm comfortable here
in my self imposed
solitary confinement, right?
but I wonder...
why does no one know I'm here?
What if there is someone out there
looking for me?
Now what?
John Derek Hamilton
May31,2016
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
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