Scott Thomas Outlar- A Poem

Tired Chasm

 

Loneliness

is the poison-tipped dagger

placed squarely in your back

while embracing the one you love

Loneliness

is the last gasp of breath

escaping from the cancerous lungs

of a father you’ll never see again

Loneliness

is a hauntingly painful memory

that suddenly surfaces in your mind

ten years down the road of life

Loneliness

is the vast black entropy

of existential pain

that laces into the thoughts of a young child

before he’s even had the chance

to consider what this existence truly is

Loneliness

is a poignant song

with dead earnest lyrics

that tear a heart to shreds

Loneliness

is an empty bed

with cold sheets and pillows

while the sweet smell of almost

still lingers in the atmosphere

Loneliness

is a head down on the school desk

begging to go unnoticed

in a room full of fellow students

Loneliness

is the word you almost spoke

when the opportunity was right there

but couldn’t quite spit out

from the tip of your choking tongue

Loneliness

is the last layer of dirt

as it is shoveled upon the grave

of the person you vowed

till death do us part

Loneliness

is the decision that must be made alone

when all you really desire is a comforting voice

to add a little clarity to the situation

Loneliness

is a dark gray cloud

ominously storming down with acid rain

when all you want is one breath of fresh air

to help you stay sober another day

Loneliness

is a walk through the park

on a bright Sunday afternoon

in the heart of Spring

while watching all the happy families frolicking

Loneliness

is the empty barren field

where you once played as a child

with friends you haven’t seen in ages

Loneliness

is a stinging truth

in the midnight hour

as you pray to the sky for a final sign

Bio:

Scott Thomas Outlar has been out to the edge...and liked it a little too much. Now he dreams about the center while seeking stable ground. Links to his published work can be found at 17numa.wordpress.com.