why do
i
feel so alone?—
even when surrounded
and life feels crowded—
alone,
picked thin,
dried up like
brittle bone,
alone;
wandering,
though i’ve got a home,
alone.
nowhere to rest
my head—
though i have a bed,
alone.
people will say
i am wrong—
suck it up
and be strong—
they’ll silence this
sad song.
alone.
then they’ll move on,
leaving me
alone.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 23, 2026.
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DEVILISHLY DREADFUL
Saint Sorebones
on September 28, 2026
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Mind’s Maze collection.
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Perhaps that's one of the reasons that poetry has remained, it is myself outside of myself and very companionable. A fave!🙏🏻🕊️
Exactly, Arqios. There is something about putting the feeling on the page that makes it a little less lonely. Glad you felt that here, my friend. 🖤🫥🎵🙏
Glad to be part of putting together a garden of friend-poems 🙏🏻🕊️
We are indeed all of us alone even when in a crowd of friends. For none can think our thoughts or feel our feelings. Prisoners sentenced to solitary confinement in cell of flesh and bone. Well written my friend.
Exactly, Soren. Sometimes the loneliness is not about lacking people at all...it is about knowing nobody can completely inhabit your inner world. 🖤🫥🎵🙏
A life sentence as well
Good write T. Alas, it's sad, say Popeye and Co - is there more spinach, wool for knitting, and sabres around!? lol. Dunno how they keep sneaking in everywhere. lol.
Oh, Orchi...I’ve long accepted that Popeye and Co. have permanent residency in my comment section. 😂 And yours, for that matter. Occasionally leaks out to others' threads too. It happens. 🤣 If P. Silly shows up wearing a knitted sash and waving a sabre, I mean, can we be entirely surprised, at this point? 🤷♂️ 🖤🫥🎵🙏
definite fav
Appreciate that, Norman. Really glad you liked this one enough to fave it. 🖤🫥🎵🙏
very much enjoyed
Surrounded from all sides by the unbearable clamor of the crowd ,solitude seems to me to be a precious autistic privilege ...
I get that, Lorenz. Sometimes being by yourself is the only place where everything finally quiets down enough to breathe. Indeed, it can work that way too. 🖤🫥🎵🙏
A powerful poem. I know this feels so well; I live it every day. Well express ones feling in a poem. Your poem delves into emotional desolation and the inadequacy of societal responses to such feelings, highlighting how the poet feels misunderstood and invalidated by others. You're not alone; I am here for you, my friend.🙏🌹🙏❤️
That touched me, Friendship...thank you. And right back at you, my friend. You’re not alone either. We're in this together...which makes me feel that much less alone. 🥰 🖤🫥🎵🙏
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