Lonesome, divided by Eight billion

L. B. Mek


They, speak of loneliness to a wannabe poet

I smile and simply, nod along

They, think me demeaning 

Blameless, we each  :  stare

across                                       our / divide;

Stubbornness, is a learnt - heritage

first, of life’s survivalist requirements

see, either we fracture and wait-it-out or break


and those who-


realise it’s far too-



to escape, since

all that’s left


is voided, by belated: regret…



© L. B. Mek

October 2021

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2021 03:14
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 62
  • Users favorite of this poem: aDarkerMind, Dove.


  • dusk arising

    Ah, but..... my poetic friend... regrets make for great poetry.

  • John Prophet

    So true LBM, and written in your beautiful style.


    • L. B. Mek

      nice! glad you liked the read
      thank you for the supportive comment, dear poet

    • Neville

      I was very tempted just to cut & paste Dusk Arising's perfect review note .. but then checked myself when the thought scribes & poets write plagiarists & forgers cut n paste ... right .................. interesting form & the message is spot on ... plus what Dusk Arising said again for good measure .. N 🙂

      • L. B. Mek

        ah hyung, trust you
        to notice and highlighting the form
        I had a little fun with this one,
        thank you!

      • aDarkerMind

        another poem full of emotion L.B.

        and one to savour;

        and save;

        • L. B. Mek

          (it's crazy, to me
          how much more emotional we become
          on behalf of those close to us
          than ourselves?!)
          I think, within that aspect of our reality
          exists, some comprehension
          to why love
          is such a powerful influence, in our lives
          whether positive or negative..
          truly appreciate your insightful comment
          and supportive gesture of kindness, my friend

        • spilleronsheet

          Regrets are heavier than loss
          Indeed a lot of regrets I carry myself
          But soon to realise I don’t wish to live the rest with anymore regrets
          The poetry is striking the chords
          Nice one dear poet

          • L. B. Mek

            what a wonderful summarizing
            of my humble scribble, dear poet
            thank you!

            • spilleronsheet

              Thanks so much dear poet
              I feel lucky to be a reader to your poetry
              Which are covered with insights
              Providing me advice
              While I stand at junctures of life

            • Goldfinch60

              Those regrets can always be overcome by a positive mind Mek.


              • Maxine Smith

                Couldn’t agree more. The wonderful world of positive thinking is key.

                A great thought provoking read.

                • L. B. Mek

                  it sure can, Andy
                  but we are fallible creatures by default
                  and so sometimes
                  we're allowed to stumble and allow ourselves
                  to feel those bruises, we work so hard
                  to keep repressed..
                  thank you for the wise advise, dear poet

                • Dove

                  Regrets they have whispered to my soul,
                  but whether I’ve broken or not, Loneliness
                  always whips me slowly

                  • L. B. Mek

                    its that one two, punch combo
                    it feels inevitable, that we have to traverse
                    across one, to move-on from the other..
                    still if we recognise our feelings and emotions
                    its that little easier to face them
                    and move-on, from them..
                    thank you for wording your understanding
                    so sincere, dear poet

                  • Jon Nakapalau

                    Nicely penned!

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