When nights are still
or when noons are drowsy--
Sit here, I
am alone
but not lonely.
For I
have myself
and my mind
locked in
deep,
never-ending
conversations.
People look at me,
bewilderment in their eyes
as they see me talking to myself
for they thought
I'm crazy--
while I look at them,
bewilderment in my eyes, too;
talking to each other,
without depth
and almost
empty.
People look at me,
pity in their eyes
for they thought
I am alone and lonely--
while I look at them,
pity in my eyes, too;
for they may have
company by their side
but they're alone and lonely,
deep inside.
But sit here still, I
may be alone
but never lonely;
for I have myself,
my best company.
HBY,
5 February 2018,
3.56pm.
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Overflowing
PoesiaThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
