One
One is the loneliest number?
Really?
One is comfort
One is safe
One is quiet
One is peace
Two is distraction,
disturbance,
interruption.
A running back
intercepting
ones own peace.
Three and more
becomes a crowd.
Nothing but noise
invading
all around.
Ripping my peace apart,
tearing my quiet in two.
To be surrounded
by two
or more
is something I
simply abhor.
A crowd is
NOT
what I adore.
So I turn,
I run,
to find where
I can be
just one.
This is not
fun.
I seek out
peace
just like
a nun.
Upon
peaceful
discovery,
it's as if
I have won.
So why is it
hun,
that here
in this place
I find a gun?
Becoming
someone
who is
becoming
undone.
Feeling the burn,
the heat,
the flames
of the sun.
I will NOT
have won
at being one
with my self.
Like an unwanted
toy story toy
put on a shelf;
feeling unjust
covered in dust
with no lust for life!
So,
outward
I search
for
pillars of strength.
Outside
my own
reflection
a sort of
friendship resurrection.
I have heard
that strength
in numbers
are the words
that are
NOT
absurd.
Is one really the
loneliest number?
Yeah…
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