Losing the Lonely

An experimental poem.

I can fly as high as the moon at night

Or swim in the depths of hell,

But this feeling of utter loneliness

Clings to me like a bad smell.

I surround myself with people I trust

Who like me have lost themselves,

Repeating the same jokes time and again,

And laughing like we can’t tell.

I’ve been heartbroken three times already,

I drink to forget the past,

So why do I lament the good old days?

Regretting how fast they passed.

Living a life of pure repetition

In a world I’ll never grasp,

As I realise days have turned to years,

That joy has become a farce.

I try to live a life of distractions,

But end up thinking of you.

And even when life doesn’t seem worth it,

The thought of you helps me through.

 

For years I have kept this love to myself,

But I know you’ve kept some too.

I’ve tried to be as honest as I can,

Now the rest is up to you.

Author's Note

First poem I've written in a while. Let me know what you think.