the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Lone Me

Escape to the world of me,
I don’t think you would like it,
Living in another home that’s not your own,
But I am so lonely,
Please make the bad things go away,
I don’t like them, they hurt me,
Even just thinking of them,
Solace is on the horizon,
If I just had the courage to reach out,
And grasp it, like a thorny ball,
I am hungry for something, starving, but food won’t fill,
I am the only person who is me,
I am so lonely,
I wish angels could talk,
Maybe they would be worth conversation.
Do I really need to listen to your mumbling?
You have to be a friend to have a friend,
I chide my lonely self
Burning bridges or canceling their construction,
From island, I, to the mainland,
Throws a millstone or despair around my neck,
The glass is empty and the girls have all found better jobs,
The first Band-Aids inside out, the other outside in,
But no cure breaks the surface,
Only temporary bandaging with dirty gauze,
Oh, no! I might get an infection,
Maybe if I hate myself I’ll die,
That’s not a cure only a postponement,
Suicide is a rain check until the storm comes,
Dawn is somewhere, but all I see is night,
And no stars at that!
Someone says Dawn is behind me,
If I would just,
Stop. Turn. And face the Sun,
No preparation is needed.
No birthright or station preceded,
Just submission. The hardest thing.
Trust. Hope. Love.


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