I'm starting to wonder how much longer i'll be alone
Not as prone to isolation as I thought.
My mind's clotted by, dotted imagines of a lonely future.
Why do some things have to be so, unknown?
I wish it was easier to say, that it "will all be okay"
But I can't hide, the truth from myself.
Unfortunately, I know when I'm lying.
But i'd be silly if I didn't right?
It's not my silent room, believe me I pray for silence.
It's the wanting to be busy, so I don't realize I'm surrounded
By me, in a sea of my own premonitions.
Permission granted, to nobody but myself.
Which will soon become an issue.
I use to think I needed somebody to be my backbone,
My rock, my, stationary paradise
But no, I've come to terms with the fact I only need me
and me, is all I need.
Every once in a while, someone in the crowd sticks out.
I can't help but wonder why that is.
Are they a missed possibility, to soon join several others from the past
Or maybe a flare of the future, with sticks to the flame, might just last?
A streak of color, in my black and white
What does it mean? When can I be right?
When will I find , an anchor of sorts
A port, for my ship at sea.
A lighthouse in this fog
of me.
A contest entry
- Prewrites. ♥ by GraveyardGoddess.
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Comments
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haha I had to come back and read this...I just love it so much It really is just amazing to me GOSH!
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OMG I absolutly love your poem. Its like you completly painted this picture and made me jump inside your head...What a trip lol. Ha I love it!
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Wow first one in awhile and it's so....heartfelt. This poem was really amazing and I find it strange how some people can pretend to mean what they say but they know in their hearts that it's all a bunch of bull but not even the greatest actor could pretend these feelings.
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