I find myself staring at my screen,
Blank, uncomprehending, lifeless.
Feeling the call of nicotine,
One of the few friends I've got.
In vain I look to transients,
Yet they love the isolation.
They tell me people aren't worthwhile,
But give me no explanation.
I feel that the pain inside a bum,
Is greater than I can know.
He feeds on being so glum,
Cutting emotion off at the quick.
I open myself to the scorn of strangers,
Even suffering is better than solitude.
The roaring silence is unbearable,
In this hovel where I've been spewed.
Is there no one to whom I exist?
A life I've touched, a glance I missed?
Someone, somewhere, anticipating,
my arrival, and the end of this waiting.
A contest entry
- Do You Live Alone? by Judith Chandler.
700 points, ended November 7, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How do you feel about solitude?
Comments
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This is a very true to life poem, and you described everything well. Really relate to that whole fourth stanza. It's got a good beat to it too. :]
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You may be physically alone here but you are suffering the pain of psychological isolation. It's well described.
"Even suffering is better than solitude." You make a good case for that and I think you for entering my contest.
I like the rhymes and the flow.
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