Vacant expanse all around
Hangs heavy
And tepid
Pungent with my own fears.
Alone.
I am all alone.
Road winding uphill
With ends that ne'er o meet
With except for in illusions
Parallels moving together
Not a soul to be seen.
I fear this lonely stretch
That might just not last
I wouldn't want to be
With another
Who doesn't let me breathe
The fear
The expanse
The road
The wind
Some of what I am
I cannot let it go
All that is a part of me
It's all that is me.
3 comments:
Hmmm... Seems your loner these days. Your poem has some hollow feel in it and I'm unable to express it but it is captivating and also quite disturbing to imagine!
I guess I should take poetry classes from you!
Excellent poem!
Being a loner is a very relative term, Pawan. We can be loners even with a hoard of people around us. And if we look at this phenomena objectively, each of us is a loner in his/her own right. It's got nothing to do with your relationship status. Does that make sense?
And, well thank you so much, but I am no poetess. Really. :-)
One cannot dread friendship with self, that you call being lonely. How can you not enjoy your own company? Why do you need others to feel good about yourself ....
vacant spaces will have fragrance of your soul and will lead you to everywhere !! Believe in yourself :-)
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