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.
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