Afterward

Here it is again that feeling of uncertainty the chaos calling me Creates a storm within Fierce and heavy No god to blame the entire weight of my solitary condition collapses me My doing My burden Her hands were dirty Stained with black ink Eyes wide, deep, brown Her name I do not know Fingers bare No commitments She seemed so beautiful the perfect amount of imperfection I keep this feeling Like any other Inside, guarded Afterward I walked away Alone I always fail at social situations No friends the world is lonely She barely notices me probably just enough to see I am nothing I'm sick of solitude In need of someone Something.... Ahhhhh!! a cry of pure frustration Longing for it Wanting it so desperately Feeling, fearing impossibility