Sit at my desk,
Hiding from pain.
Years record,
At ten thousand frames.
Slowly I feel,
All that hurts so much.
Isolating myself,
When I'm desperate for touch.
Loved ones flutter by,
Stop by, say hello.
All from a distant,
Whisper at my elbow.
Now I'm alone.
And I wouldn't have to be.
If I simply had turned.
And engaged my family.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Sit at my desk,
Hiding from pain.
Years record,
At ten thousand frames.
Slowly I feel,
All that hurts so much.
Isolating myself,
When I'm desperate for touch.
Loved ones flutter by,
Stop by, say hello.
All from a distant,
Whisper at my elbow.
Now I'm alone.
And I wouldn't have to be.
If I simply had turned.
And engaged my family.
