Distract

I am not sure what I did to deserve

This strange sense of loneliness

But something keeps nagging me

Suggesting I must have done this to myself

 

Even with the consoling arms

Of the One I Love around me

All my hopes for the future

Are changing shape before my eyes

Desolation creeps between every supportive syllable

 

I so long for a minor distraction

Something to ease the seriousness

 Of the prospects I undoubtedly face

In the sea of smiling faces

That bring judgment from every angle

 

What does it say about me

That when I need one the most

I lack

A true Friend?

 

Reviews

[William]

We've all felt like this, some time or another. Again, your writing's believability, realness, shocks me. Your words don't even seem like words--more that I am looking into a window, and seeing the scene before my eyes. Again, a great write that rings absolutely true. It was a pleasure to read.
--William

[FocusedAmnesia]

The last verse really brings it home. It ties the whole piece together beautifully. This was a great read. It flowed so nicely.