Book of Poetry (all kinds)

Loneliness

The loss of a friend can make no amends.

The turning tides can flip in an eye.

Wrongly harmed in the faulty stars,

Which cast us to our lonely scars.

Is there happiness within this pain?

You never know when nothing stays the same.

We cast our eyes up to the sky,

In hopes that our dreams will come alive.

Where are we to go when our lives become low?

Where are we to hide when there is no place to cry?

We're moved by what goes on around us.

Why can't we configure ourselves a plus?

A positive thought that can conjure a person into hope?

We don't want someone's success above our own.

So as many people, we're all alone.

I am alone.

I walk alone.

I step alone.

This journey that I'm on is beyond my limits.

I try and pivot around the divots in my path.

Being careful not to try and fall in them as I calculate the math.

The math that it would take to get around each stumble and fall only to keep on stumbling and falling.

Stumbling blocks that I can't locate, though the path is lit,

Tend to hit me in the lip.

All hope is fading as I cry out for help, though it never comes.

I slump into a ball of brokenness and hurt, pain and sorrow and agony.

The knife to my heart that hurt so bad is then instantly removed causing more pain.

How can I go on?

No one came to me when I cried out in silent desperation.

Pain hanging on the edge of my face.

Sorrow clinging to my heart as I talk about happiness.

I'm crying out in desperation!

Can you hear it?

The desperation of non-verbal communication.

Sinking and slipping, trying to stay afloat, only to no avail as I continue down.

I'm not going to make it.

This is more than I can handle.

I make my cries obvious but no one sees.

I voice my happiness in disguise for sorrow.

Can't you hear it?

The faint whispering in your soul that is saying to talk to me even though you fight against it.

Every time my cry goes forth, no one answers.

I'm being beaten down by things unseen.

I can't take it, my death is awaiting me.

No one sees.

Alone in this walk.

Alone in life.

Alone in this battle.

I can't win on my own.

I wasn't ever meant to fight alone.

Why do people call me weak?

Just because I can't stand on my own means I'm not strong?

What happened to strength in numbers?

The numbers were divided until they all stood alone.

Alone was their destiny but it isn't mine.

Being alone is defeating my kind.

Being alone isn't a glorious thing to shine.

I cry out in desperation of being alone inside my mind,

In my life,

In my world.

Loneliness is suffocating me.

I look around for a way out but there are none.

As I sink deeper, I see everything getting darker and darker.

I soon can't breathe.

I continue to cry out.

I'm around several people but no one sees.

As I try one last time, I'm suffocated.

Laying on the floor, gasping for breath.

I slowly turn my head up to what I saw above the darkness.

The light I see,

The Earth that I once saw,

Only became a distinct place in my mind as I drew my last dying breath.