Today I’d like to share some old poetry I wrote about three years ago because I’ve been incredibly lethargic lately and been unable to write a new blog post in time for today. I’ve figured out where the lethargy is from though and it’s a health post I’ll be sharing soon, but for now this is a bit of a strange post which I wanted to share with you.
My frame of mind when I wrote this poen was a little bleaker back then than it is now and so the further back in time my poems come from the darker they seem to be. It’s not true to say that I still don’t produce darker poetry. I have recently written some I entered into a competition (I didn’t win) but it, too, is dark, however there’s a marked difference in how often I produce ‘pained’ poems compared to those which are not and I hope that you enjoy both kinds here.
This poem I’m about to share with you isn’t exactly dark or really sad, it’s just a little bit…I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me how you feel after reading it? 🙂 And please let me know if you don’t mind me sharing more of these slightly darker poems…it feels apt given the sudden darkness I feel from the outdoors (clocks went back over the weekend/daylight savings ended) 😮
Now I’m here, all alone,
Knowing you will never phone.
Staying still, nothing to see,
Won’t come here to be with me.
Hard to tell my heart: let go,
Deep inside, already know.
Truth I do not want to seek,
Reality is far more bleak.
Love made up, you: never real,
Made up in mind, so I could feel.
A love before I’m dust and bone,
But now I’m here, all alone.
-Poem first appeared online October 2016 – now republished here.
How does this poem make you feel? Have you ever felt so alone in life? Let me know what you think in the comments below 🙂