third wheel — stanza form
That proverbial "third wheel" syndrome,
a companion in solitude,
lodges in the poet's heart,
a feeling that clings like ivy
on a stone wall,
never quite shaken off.
In crowded spaces, they feel distant,
like an observer through a fogged glass,
detached from love's tender embrace,
while longing stirs
like autumn leaves in the wind.
The poet walks through bustling streets,
the noise of conversations blending
into a distant wash of sound,
the scent of blooming flowers
mixed with city smoke,
creating a sensory tapestry
that enhances their isolation.
With each verse penned,
they mark the ache,
attempting to erase their alienation,
finding solace in ink,
crafting lines that intertwine
with their solitude,
transforming isolation into art.
But in the quiet of the night,
a realisation dawns, unexpected:
solitude, once a shadow,
becomes a sanctuary.
In the stillness, strength emerges,
an epiphany:
the poet finds contentment
in their own company,
discovering unique paths
for this third wheel to follow.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
As if talking with a ghost. There is a detached view as if watching a movie where reality is depersonalized and distanced through ink on a page. That wall of separation a bastion and castle wall or as stated in the poem itself a sanctuary from life's all too powerful and painful armies of assailants. Nicely written Cryptic once again a fave my friend
A safe place, thanks dear Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
A most appealing write my friend, much enjoyed
Thank you so much friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
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