May 2019
my alone
feels so
lonely.
like i am a leaf
and I’m just floating.
unable to grasp onto anything.
unable to hold on.
without an anchor,
I just continue to rise
like bread does if you leave it out
for some time.
but what’s different this time
is my mind.
I keep on rising
and a little part of me keeps on dying.
and all I keep thinking is
it’s lonely up here.
feels so
lonely.
like i am a leaf
and I’m just floating.
unable to grasp onto anything.
unable to hold on.
without an anchor,
I just continue to rise
like bread does if you leave it out
for some time.
but what’s different this time
is my mind.
I keep on rising
and a little part of me keeps on dying.
and all I keep thinking is
it’s lonely up here.
Someone asked me to write a poem about loneliness.. with no guidelines, I tried to write something that she could relate to. But, I realize that the loneliness I’m feeling is different from what I’ve ever felt.. so writing about it, was actually kind of difficult
