A walk-through poem about being lonely by elizabeth urdiales
Sometimes, when I've had an unfortunately easy day
I feel my body start to concave, and my shoulders sag with ever growing weight.
It gets heavier, and heavier, the longer it's easy
The problem with being lonely, is if you're not occupied, your heart rememberes every instance of loneliness as if it were new, and you feel it all over again.
I'm not a sad person.
But the sad fact of the matter is
I Feel Empty So very empty inside. And I can't seem to make it go away, no matter how hard I try.
I think talking to my lover makes it worse.
On most days, I seek comfort in his voice, when work is especially hard I seek refuge in his words and in the rise and fall of his tone. But on lonely days?
I find no liberation in listening to someone so far away.
I suppose this is an ode to the ache in my chest.
A poem dedicated to the unwarranted sense of being alone that an easy, calm day brings. A story about how badly I feel right now.
Right now, it is 11:44 p.m.
And I feel as though I could cry for my own self pity.
I am alone, and I can't fix it.
I am alone. I am lonely.
And damn it, I wish it could end.