I’m here.
Where?
Here. Not there.
Stuck in this spot—
Not going anywhere.
“You don’t drink do you?”
Nope.
But I am here.
No place for me—
Evident and clear.
Yet, I am here,
Hands shaking—
Frozen fear...
“Hey, great to see you.”
Who, me?
Thank God—
Strangers
Passing by
Me—here—the fear,
I can’t even feel,
I am numb to tears.
Frigid, frozen,
Tapped out—
Pour me over—
I’m the cork
Popped for
Another’s pleasure.
What drastic,
Drawn out measure,
Must I do,
What course to steer,
For me to get
The hell out of
Here?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 5, 2026.
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A powerful poem speaks from one's heart, been their. Your poem revolves around feelings of isolation, fear, and the struggle for self-identity. The poet expresses a sense of being trapped in an emotional or psychological state, feeling disconnected from others while simultaneously yearning for connection and relief. The subject matter touches on themes of anxiety, the pressure to conform to social expectations, and the feeling of being an outsider in one's own life.
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