it’s been almost a year, and
i realize i don’t mind
being alone, that is.
sometimes loneliness feels
so mechanic, i’m a robot
simply programmed to get by
day after day
but i get used to it,
i got used to it.
loneliness nags at me
like a bird tapping at my window
reminding me that i’ve no one
to trust, to lean upon, to
love.
sometimes loneliness is
a hollow cavern inside my chest
and only i am screaming
into the darkness, my own voice
echoing back at me
reminding me that
no one’s in with me anymore
but somehow
i pass by these
ready to conquer and fight
on my own.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poetrya poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
