Writing Alone

 

 

 

Have I lost my friend?
Or my friend, am I lost?
A wandering soul
Drifting through time
Objects float by and by
And bye.

My arms of connection
Like a withering octopus
Lost their suction.
No one to hold on to
I murmur my thoughts alone,
Hide from what’s true.

These thoughts I must write!
To make things right.
For in my brain
They consume my health
Making me insane.

Though it makes things right,
Removing the leech is so wrong,
For I extract the parasite’s insides
The hard facts of life
And smear them on the page of
A little notebook,
Forcing those I love
Into my cosmic dark tale.

And so, I lost my friend.
My fable included them
And it was too much.
Now they’re gone, out of touch.
My plague of poems are poisonous.
Their words and rhymes destroy what was us.

And so my friend, I am lost.
Writing my thoughts
I sit in the corner of society
Choosing fiction over fact
To keep those I love intact but

Every night I scream,
For my life is a cold theme
Of following the stream
Lost in a dream.