Serene and sober?
More like suffering and sad.
The truly sad thing is that I'm not
Sad, that is.
I'm quite happy, as things come.
Lonely, perhaps,
Yes loneliness breeds its own
Sorrow, pain, agony.
Is this an inability to love oneself;
This I am certainly unsure.
The idea of being alone I think,
Is what truly makes one suffer.
The physical aspect can be,
Overlooked?
The comfort that comes with
Knowing you have a place
Is the thing that really cures pain.
Here I sit, complaining of loneliness
With a loving family, friends and all.
The love I seek is romance;
This bond is different entirely.
A deep connection to one who,
Has no obligation to be there.
A bond forged with a complete,
Utter stranger is something
Beautiful.