And it’s not so bad, really,
Except sometimes the loneliness grabs you by the elbows, shakes, sour spittle in your face
It hits like a husband,
Blinding and sudden and with a confused expression on its face,
As if it’s not really sure what’s happening either
split lips and black eyes
You and it and an unfathomable dark
It buzzes. Hums. Sheds shushes like feathers on an unswept floor
And maybe once in a while, you hold its hand
Because it is something to hold
-
Author:
wren (
Offline) - Published: December 20th, 2024 01:13
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
Offline)
Comments2
What i am sensing in this very sad poem and i could be completely wrong, but i am sensing abuse and desperation. No abuse is not so bad, it is all bad, i hope you find a way to release your self from that situation, take care
This poem captures powerfully the intense and unsettling nature of loneliness. Its imagery and personification create an immersive atmosphere, and its final lines poignantly reveal a complex relationship with this feeling. Thank you for sharing this evocative piece. 🙂
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.