Those constantly filled with company
Ask me if I am alone, by myself.
Such a question is tiresome,
As they already know
The answer is yes.
But they do not ask
If I am lonely.
And if they did,
I would smile and say,
Of course not!
They would not suspect my lies,
Because loneliness cannot be heard.
It is not a sound,
But only an empty echo in the back of my mind.
It cannot be seen,
It is merely a dull color that swathes my vision and weaves the grayest light.
It cannot be tasted,
It only reduces the flavors teeming around me.
There is no scent.
Only the reminder of the roses outside the window
That I cannot care to experience.
No sensation exists of loneliness that you can see.
Only the dull throb that reaches every part of me,
All the way to the tips of my fingers and the bottom of my feet.
I am alone.
And I am also lonely.
But this lonesome burden is senseless,
You cannot feel it.
You won't suspect it.
So I will not show you.
And I will smile and say,
That the company of my shadow,
Is all I need.
Even if that is a deceptive phrase,
Spoken, so that
I will not be crushed.
Because loneliness does have one thing.
It contains a weight,
One that only I bear,
So vast and great
It is like the skies are
Pressing down,
And I am the only one suffocating in my own world.
Thank god.
If I am alone,
If I am lonely,
There is no one to suffocate,
No one to suffer,
With me.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
