Alone and Empty

I'm feeling secluded and alone again
I'm lost in my tiny room
I'm in a grave without the funeral
It's my social pit of doom

How did life become so empty
Do I have a sign which is saying no entry
Maybe I'm to blame for this social suicide
Is this all part of life's rocky ride

I'm left with just me and my thoughts
Feeling all out of sorts
My own company is my worst enemy
It's sapping and wasting my energy
But I will never come crying to you for sympathy

My sheets will not become tear stained with blood
There will be no flood
I'm stuck in this mud
Is anyone listening
Is that understood
Or am I just misunderstood

Where are the shoulders on which to lean
I don't know what's happening
This must be a dream
So if you won't walk with me I will walk alone
Through my zone to find my throne

Why is it that inside I keep feeling so afraid
I fear this isolation which I have made
Has become so entwined on me
I've become my own worst slave and enemy

Living deaf dumb and blind is leaving me behind
It's getting me nothing which I try to find
My confidence is low, how do I strive on
I don't want to mess up anymore
I don't want to get it wrong

It's hard enough to believe in yourself
When you are not believing in me emphatically
I'm left with this loneliness enticing me sarcastically

And so I'm left alone and empty
In which it has gripped me
And it has stripped me down again
This destructive loneliness
It won't leave as my one true only friend
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Gorelick Avatar
April 11, 2013 at 12:36 AM
As one who has been there, I can only say, keep trying. And keep writing. YOur poem is touching. BG
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