I find it hard to explain what I’m feeling. Loneliness is very deceiving.
It has me believing, I’m worthless.
I feel it stealing my breathes.
It echos down through the depths of my chest.
Loneliness has put me to the test.
I confess, most of the time I feel alone.
I feel like a stone placed in a mighty river.
The water flows right past.
It notices I’m cracked.
But doesn’t stop to ask.
Loneliness, has a grasp on my thoughts.
It’s stealing minutes off my clock.
Leaving me disoriented and lost.
I no longer can afford this cost.
Of isolation.
It brings me dark temptations.
It stirs the coals of my imagination.
But smoke just rises from the pit.
Loneliness, I’ve had enough of it.
Invisible to those passing me by.
Just wishing someone would stop and say hi.
I stare at my phone for hours just hoping for a reply.
Loneliness has a hold on this guy.
Why do i feel like I have committed a crime.
Doing time is solitary confinement.
Loneliness I’ve study the assignment.
But still I can’t pass.
Guessing on my answers, I may be wrong or right.
I get more confused as day turns to night.
I see smiles all around.
Yet I can only show a frown.
When my head isn’t facing the ground.
I prefer to move without a sound.
Loneliness has taught me to not walk aloud.
For I know I will be noticed, the first few days will bring my hope that I may not be alone.
After a few days there is silence from my phone.
Left hopeless, and alone.
Loneliness shows me my life, and how I spend it on my own.
Even my poems can’t draw anyone near.
As soon as I see light the darkness reappears.
Steering blindly through the curves.
Hearing all the lies in your words.
Loneliness, my mind it does disturb.


Her Radiance

Her beauty,
It takes your breath away,
Like a mountain view,
Or witnessing the start of the day,
Just like the morning dew,
Here smile sparkles,
Brighter than the finest diamonds,
Her skins radiance,
Is comparable to the stars,
As they dance,
In the night sky,
She is the pearl,
Found at the depths of the sea,
She is translucent,
She is clarity.

Self Suffocation

Always in a hurry.
My mind is anyways,
I always seem to worry,
Majority of the days,
If my mind was a car,
It would not make it that far,
Spinning out of control,
For reasons I don’t even know,
I’m down in my woes,
The doors are shut,
Locks are froze,
Seatbelt is unfastened,
Just waiting for something,
Tragic to happen,
And just like that I got my wish,
Why do I have to be like this,
My lungs struggle for air,
I gasp,
Yet no one seems to care,
I’m afraid the damage,
Is to significant to repair.


Pain the Callus of Life

The wind, is unseen, but felt.
Much like the inner workings of ourselves.
The shelf would never collect dust, if a book has never removed.
Metal will be free from rust, if left unexposed to elements.
Man cannot love, without feeling pain first.
This is the curse, a lesson which hurts.
Comfort is non-existent.
Maybe for an instant, it can be achieved.
Soon that feeling will flee.
We will never be free.
Of the enemy.
The one in our head.
We will always regret, words spoken or left unsaid.
To live life perfect, means you have never been broken.
Without a crack you remain sealed, unable to open.
One should not be scared to be destroyed.
It’s a risk of the voyage.
Preparation of the soul, to remain buoyant, is crucial.
For your pain brings resolve, which will keep you afloat.
When you are in need of it the most.