I am now finally facing the deepest,
Darkest
Fear
Of my youth:
That I am going to be alone.
I am going to be alone,
When I spread my mother's ashes in that field of flowers.
I am going to be alone,
When I spread my father's in the lake.
I am going to be alone,
When each holiday turns sour,
And six days out of the year become something I can't take.
I am going to be alone,
If I decide to walk down that isle.
I'm going to be alone,
When I greet the few people that arrive in the funeral home door.
I'm going to be alone,
When I have to sort all of their belongings into one great pile.
I'm going to be alone,
When finally break down,
and realize that I can't deal with the emptiness anymore.
...
But there is some sweetness in loneliness
As it allows you to live in your head
And rediscover who you are
Before the time comes
When you have company again.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
