Lonely Room

I have no idea...

Here I sit in this lonely room,

Nothing distracting me from the bedlam in my head

As tear tracks stain my face with the sorrow

Of untended wounds festering on the soul

 

I don’t remember how I became this way,

These memories are naught but distant shadows,

Hidden beneath the grey shroud of desperation,

Cast upon them by the will to survive sudden chaos

 

The jumble in my mind reflects in my eyes,

Their depths growing dull and distant

Nothing can stir me as I am now,

As I sit curled up in this lonely room

 

Fragmented images play on a loop in my mind,

Incessantly taunting me with that which once was,

But as soon as I try to seize,

Even the smallest wisp of remembrance,

Disappears like smoke through the fingers of my mind

 

So here I remain in this lonely room,

With naught but my fractured mind for company,

The cold air rests upon my colder skin,

And my muscles strain in their statue-like state

I know I must move, lest I stay frozen like this eternally,

But still, I sit

And stare vacantly at the lonely room,

Crying without tears

 

But even as that part of me dies,

Hope flutters in the shell it leaves behind

Like a budding flower it rises up,

Stretching toward the hopeful whiff of air

 

Suddenly the room doesn’t seem so lonely,

Suddenly the raucous pandemonium in my mind has quieted

And baby steps and new eyes

I walk into this new life

Through the door to the lonely room

Author's Note

I have no idea what this is, I just wrote it to vent

Reviews

[Iris Jayne]

I loved this:

Fragmented images play on a loop in my mind,
Incessantly taunting me with that which once was,
But as soon as I try to seize,
Even the smallest wisp of remembrance,
Disappears like smoke through the fingers of my mind

It happens to me a lot.
Well written and nice choice and order of words.
Sincere downright until the end.

Great write.

[Iota]

Having no idea what it is only confirms it is pure creativity in the moment of life. Sometimes loneliness can breed sadness and allowing your pen to flow in versus is a quick cure for the blues. What is it, well it is just good writing~

[Aries]

It's a well-written poem, love. The solitude the poem portrays is something I can relate to, and the metaphor of loneliness as a room is a good visual... yet we both know that there's a door in that room. Loneliness may linger, but it can't win.