Self-Inflicted
Solitaire
Emptiness
lingers on inside,
A
constant, unyielding pain,
Competing
with despair that thrives
While
the blues pour down a drenching rain.
A
hollow wind storms in my conscious,
Acutely
aware of what never will be,
As
troops of sadness methodically marches
Chanting
songs of pain and misery.
Loneliness
strangles attempts at laughter.
Alienation
has given birth to an ache.
Time
has been wasted constantly chasing after
Part
of a world that threw me away.
Isolation
becomes an obligatory guard
When
fumbles at acceptance fall short of the need
So
that all my tries leave me unwanted and scarred,
And
I'm stranded in wounds that endlessly bleed.
Then
lessons are learned from trying to belong
To
a world so different from my own.
The
wounds of rejection keep my cold and withdrawn,
But
I'm too hurt to feel anything less than alone.
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