My body
feels small as I
stare at the the cracks in the
ceiling and
I am so small in my
loneliness,
my body shrinks and my
eyes glaze;
sandpaper tongue
and dry eyes
breathing stale air
and the cycle goes over and over
crumbling and
cracking and
splintering,
stumbling in darkness, my
body numb and also

Aching.

I'd ask where you are but
I don't even
Know who You is and that
is perhaps the most
painful part.
Or maybe it's that I'm so
        alone
in my loneliness(no one quite
seems to recall
t heir I solation)

Trees and grapes
I resolve to not need to
solve it;
I need no u's and
know you's

Feels like everything's falling apart
and i don't know what else to do
except
shutting
myself
down.

You never did seem to fit in anywhere,
Did you?
A loner among the alone,
a broken song of isolation,
the cry of the walking wounded.

You found solace in your writing,
Didn't you?
Withstanding the torrent of judgement,
and the belittling of criticism.

You only wanted to be heard,
to speak,
to have a voice.

But the words didn't come so easily,
Did they?
You wish you could stay in this place
forever,
writing the never-ending tale.