Lonesome: A Poem
Still here for another day
I know I told you all that I am leaving. I still am, but with a plane delay that has lasted longer than I anticipated I couldn't help but write a new poem that I would like to share with you. So please forgive my inability to stay away after I told you I was leaving. I hope I get to leave soon and get back to my family, but in the meantime here is a poem I wrote in my loneliness. I started to explore implications of loneliness and came up with this. I hope you like it.
Lonesome
I stand alone in a crowded room
they bump and push me
no excuses
no sorry's
The emptiness crushes, squeezing me
into dreaded anticipation of impending doom.
The midnight whistle blows
signaling the start of a new day
The silence covers the Earth
In a heavy blanket of suffocation
The weight is more than I can bear
Gotta stop living without a care.
Sunrise lifts the fog of darkness
Cicadas cry their lonesome songs
A pure plead for an answer
something, anything
they get their answer
I get the silence of my thoughts.
I stand on my porch
people move, they pass
without a look, not even a glance.
I smile, I wave
to my neighbor Dave
with no response he leaves.
The empty can rattles the most
I shout in silence
and cry with dry eyes
no one will hear
no one will care
slowly I let my nightmares go
No visitors in years
even the mailman doesn't come
I'm beyond redemption
There's no saving me
Alone I entered this world
why should I expect anything else?
I grow colder
as the day grows older
The sun heats the Earth
but not me
with a shiver, vision fades
I exhale, from this world I pass.
Alone.
