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  Feb 2018 Alvin Montagnani
Thomas King
Stuck in this place
Full of empty space
Where the deafening silence
Awaits a verbal embrace

Just one utterance of hope
To be given the strength to cope
And I will unwind the noose
From the end of my rope

Just one ray of light
To regain my sight
To be able to be set free
From all of the anger and fright

Unable to bear
This mask of shame I now wear
To keep living this lie
That anyone will even care

But now it’s too late
My feet now fully off the crate
And my body is now free
From my minds loathing and self hate
Alvin Montagnani Feb 2018
I am part of this barren landscape.

Plain and transparent.
Endlessly incoherent.

To the shadows and coolness, I wish I could flee.
Sadly, I’m trapped in the centre, with neither a soul or anyone of my breed.

Lost and isolated from the world, or at least a few.
I long for the moment when I can start living anew.

Shrouded in heat; thoughts I cannot rid myself of.
Not even a single heartbeat could I ever hear of.

Alone, desolated.
Alone, devastated.
Alone, frustrated.
Alone, my hunger never sated.
Alone…



I
Am
Not
Alone
Anymore



Together, elevated.
Together, saturated.
Together, integrated.
Together, my hunger always sated.

Unified…
I adore you.
I adore us.
I adore we.
I adore men.
I adore women.
I adore…
I…
Alvin Montagnani Feb 2018
I’ve got nothing to say.
For I am alone, inexperienced; I know nothing.
I know nothing of your troubles; yet I can’t help myself but to weep.
I can’t help myself but to scream.
Even as the poison lingers in your blood I wail, but to no avail.
If only you could throw your problems away.
I would take them freely.
Carry them on my shoulders, even if I’d break.
Your words pierce my heart.
Your experience to horror embrace me so tight.  
Even though I am not the same as you.
I know…
I know the truth.
You may do with your life as you wish.
I’ve got nothing more to say.
Only…


I wish you could stay.

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