A Poem about Me

Dark, alone deep inside,

Like a bottomless pit of despair I am hollow,

In self-doubt and anger I wallow,

Light cannot reach me,

Nor can it see me,

That is what true loneliness fells like, for me

Destined to be alone,

With everywhere to roam,

Friends to talk to on the phone,

But no one is really at home,

This shell has seen the worst to see,

Because deep inside, the loneliness works on me.

Burned by the fires,

And ashened by the pains,

Shot down by the words,

That someone never even heard.

Broken is the heart of the lonely,

Hard and empty it feels only,

Love and hope have faded,

All because the love he felt was jaded.

Torn away from him by emotion,

Think that it was all meant to happen.

I have seen the troubles

And lived in bubbles,

Surrounded only by what you can do for you

With nothing left to do,

I am just a shell for all to see,

Because I am what true loneliness is suppose to be.

4/12/04