In such great silence
Do i continue
And yet i do not appreciate noise

No i am not one for such
Self pity
Though sometimes a great hole
In my heart grows too deep
And i must then be honest

To random street strangers
Who like me, are screaming
Oh god won't someone help me
In their poems and still
We continue in silence
A poem makes no sound
It
Attracts no attention

The only ones who hear are the ones who are already here

Reading in silence alone
Feeling vindicated
They are somehow not alone
In an action
Of being alone

What a great irony
A shrine to such
Self indulgence and pity
Maybe you have tons of friends

Yet still you are feeling alone
And you don't know why
And you feel guilty
Unworthy
Alone even more

Its written in the ***** laundry
On the floor
Its in the dreams that are.
More interesting than
Having dreams

Wondering why wake up
The things i fill my life with
Are invariably
Less interesting
Than the nonsense
In my head
In bed

I speak three languages
I learned because i
Thought
It would reveal
a new world

But instead i filled my head
With three voices saying
I am alone
I am unknown
And
The bridges i thought
Id be able to build
Well let's say
I forgot my tools
on the other side of the river

What self indulgence
You say
I say
And yes

But also such feelings
Come spilling out
This stupid rat mind of mine
And in everyones rat minds
You wonder the same things